I know this would NEVER happen on the show since Dick Wolf is a mean ol' bastard to us all but MY GOD, with all the suppressed emotions on the show, I just HAD to have them take it out somehow. ;)

A simple case had blossomed into a late night filled with the interrogation of a vindictive and obnoxious suspect that had sent each of them over the edge, and a mountain of paperwork none wished to be strapped with until the early hours of the morning. As each hour passed at such a slow rate they thought they had imagined the clock moving altogether, each detective had left to return to their homes, finally admitting defeat to their drooping eyes.

Elliot pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He and Olivia were now the last two currently occupying the squad room, the only detectives who could withstand a night lacking sleep. He glanced across the desk at his partner and watched as her tongue darted out and ran slowly across her sensuous. He knew that her gesture had been unconsciously done, but it caught him off guard.

Moreover, it caught his dick off guard.

He resisted the urge to let out the groan that was threatening to escape him, and he silently instructed himself to let his mind wander to other places instead of the woman sitting before him.

But it didn't surprise him that he was unsuccessful. After all, it was Olivia. A beauty that defined the word; she was exotic, dangerous, sexy. Her dark eyes were seductive, her lips full, her curves flowing effortlessly down her body. Just the thought of her was enough to send him reeling.

He didn't know if these raunchy thoughts were suddenly entering his head because he was utterly exhausted and had to focus on something other than his desperate need to fall into bed or if he was reading far too much into Olivia's innocent quirk or even if he was just plain damn horny. But whatever the reason, his sole objective was to possess her.

She pushed her chair back and stood up from her desk, arms stretching high above her head. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sliver of stomach that was revealed. He shook his head in an effort to shake of another reaction. It was all beginning to become too much and she had only taunted him slightly. He could only imagine what her effect would be when she was finally his.

"I think I'm going to call it a night, El," she said. He absentmindedly said goodbye to her with the promise that the files would be there waiting for her when she returned. He studied her as her hips strode purposefully away towards the elevator and his lips curved into the infamous Stabler grin.

He made a move to follow her, his mind already spinning with the thought of taking her in the confined space of the elevator. She stepped inside, her finger dallying on the button. Olivia removed her finger slowly when she saw the hunger in his eyes, his dark and possessive look igniting a fire within her. It was as if his eyes were burning right through her and she suddenly had the urge to look away, afraid that if she didn't he would inevitably cause her to explode.

But she couldn't tear her eyes away. All he had to do was stand before her and it created a rouse deep inside her. She wanted to think that he was simply watching her, but she knew he wasn't. This wasn't benign as observation; his eyes told her what words could not.

She wanted to offer up a protest but when his palm came to rest on the wall above them, his body pressed entirely to close to hers, his breath on her face, his free hand moving towards her waist and the doors closing behind them, all coherent thought had left her.

He wasn't touching her yet but his proximity caused shivers to run up her spine and her knees almost give way. His lips came to rest on hers without capturing them fully, almost as if he were asking permission. He was so close yet not close enough.

She lifted her head slightly, letting his lips cover hers for the first time. She was brave enough to make the first move, and found that kissing him wasn't good. It was incredible. He tasted like pure Elliot.

He pulled away but his lips remained tantalizingly close to her skin. "I want to make love to you right here in this elevator, Olivia," he choked out in a husky tone that made her stomach turn with delight.

She considered replying with words but found that her lips meeting his was far more effective. He seemed to take the hint and pulled her body closer to him, prying her lips apart with his own, finding her tongue with his and dueled for dominance. He had noticed how hesitant she had seemed at first, but now she was in the heat of the moment, returning his kisses with equal fervor and lifting her hips to meet his in anticipation.

He cupped her face in his hands and brushed a thumb over her chin gently. He pulled back slightly, his eyes softening as he gazed into hers. She was aware then that this wasn't just about him getting off. There was pure, raw emotion behind what they were about to venture into.

His momentary break from the kiss made her whimper at the loss of contact and she grabbed his loose tie and pulled him back. It was a fierce clash of tongues and teeth punctuated by guttural moans and sighs. She braced herself against the cold steel wall of the elevator as she felt Elliot's hand slip beneath her shirt. He quickly removed her blouse, throwing it on the floor that now contained several articles of clothing. He kissed her lips and made his way down until he reached her breasts, running his tongue across the lacy edges of her bra. He slipped a hand behind her back and released the catch of her bra, barely waiting for it to hit the floor before he started to explore.

She threw her head back and gasped when she felt him take a nipple between his teeth into his hot mouth. They had never done this before but Elliot knew exactly how to drive her crazy, prolonging his actions until he had her begging and pleading.

She reached between them and starting to work the buttons on his dress shirt as he slid his pants down his waist. When he was finally free of his trousers, he looked at Olivia and saw her blush at the sight of his erection. He smirked at her, divesting her the last vestiges of her clothing, removing the offending material of her panties that blocked him from her.

He lifted her slightly to get a better angle and pushed into her slowly, his lips finding the sensitive skin on her neck. She moaned, digging her fingernails into his scalp at the pleasure. His pounding started as a slow tease but soon became relentless. Over and over, he worked with her to create a steady rhythm, making love to her mouth as well. She moved her tongue to the spot below his ear and he groaned inwardly.

He reached between their slick bodies and stroked his thumb over the most sensitive part of her. He felt her tense around him and he constricted too as they both sank into oblivion together. He held her tightly in his arms as they rode out the sensations until the room had stopped spinning. When they were finally at ease enough to breathe steadily, they both agreed they'd be sore in the morning as a result of the hard walls of the elevator but that making love to each other was worth the pain. He rested his forehead against hers and smiled contently, whispering sweet nothings to her and the unheard of three words she had longed to hear for far too long.

So I Googled 'elevator sex' because I needed a title and I figured they'd give me suggestions on a title. Did you know that they have actual articles out there advising you on how to have sex in an elevator? What a world, I swear...