AN-This is my first SVU fanfic, so reviews would be greatly appreciated! I'm not sure if this will be a one-shot or have multiple chapters...you tell me!

Thanks.

Chapter One

"You coming over tonight?" Olivia stood in her kitchen, opening a cabinet door to pull out a bottle of vodka. Balancing the phone against her ear, she waited for an answer from the other end of the phone as she walked into the living room.

Nothing. She was getting impatient. It wasn't like she had no other options for her need.

"Is that a no?"

"I'll be there." Finally, an answer.

"Ok," she concluded as she took a swig from the bottle in her hands, the taste burning against her throat the moment it made contact. "I'll leave my door unlocked. Be here in twenty minutes." Click. She hung up the phone and tossed it onto the sofa before either of them had a chance to say goodbye. She wanted this to stay sexual, not personal.

Olivia kept the bottle grasped in her hands as she walked across her living room into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she took herself in. Her hair, flowing loosely against her shoulders in small curls. He liked her hair longer. He would never say it, but she could tell when his fingers would run through it as his lips grazed ferociously against her neck. She glanced at her outfit, or lack of. Where her fitting tank top met her red shorts, a small portion of her skin was exposed, making a small, healing bruise visible from their last escapade the night before.

Don't get her wrong, she liked it rough. It was all she knew after that day at Sealview. At the station, they tried getting her help since she refused to talk about what happened. She denied it, of course, and the uncontrollable resentment she began having towards everyone, especially Elliot, who spoke to her almost cost her the badge.

That was until she finally got the help she personally needed, from the person she least expected.

"Do you always have to drink before?" He was already inside her apartment as he spoke, a couple minutes early. He never seemed to follow her rules.

"My apartment, my terms." She took a final swig from the bottle in her hands before walking away to set it back onto the counter. "Listen, let's just get this over with." Olivia walked towards the man standing in her living room and pushed him onto the sofa, a little more forcefully than he was expecting.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" His hands ran up and down against her toned legs, squeezing them within his palms while his eyes ran the length of her body.

"No." She directed as she straddled him, interweaving their legs as she leaned forward to place a firm hand against his chest. "None of that." He moved his hands off of her legs and sat defeated, feeling the burn of his growing erection as she stood over him. "I don't have all night, it's almost two already, so when you're done with the personal crap, we can get started."

He tried to be sensual with her, ever since this started. Whatever this was. He wasn't as comfortable with having casual sex with someone he admired so much, someone who meant so much to him. Every night they met, he tried to get on a deeper level with her, and every night he tried, he could tell she would get more irritated with his efforts each time.

So, that's when he did what he was told and shut the fuck up.

"Take off your shirt." Done. Her hands traced the outlines of his chest before reaching to her seams to take off her own tank top. He helped lift off her shirt, letting his hands play along her curves as he brought them back down to his side. She lowered herself onto his lap, purposely grinding her hips against his pelvis forcefully before completely situating herself on top of him. Their eyes avoided contact with one another's as the space between their lips diminished to nothing.

He was used to the taste of her, especially at this time of night, or morning technically. The alcohol was in full force, yet it failed to affect her mood anymore. At work, she put on her act, but at night, drunk or sober, she was a polar opposite. His tongue forcefully pushed her lips apart, searching every aspect of her mouth. Her hands remained on his shoulders for stability, as his fought to undo the clasp of her bra across her back. Once he succeeded, his hands immediately moved to caress her breasts, their lips never breaking. He could have sworn he heard a moan escape from her lips and into his mouth.

...but he would never call her out on it. She called the shots.

She knew that she had to regain control, so she stood up and removed the one article she had left on her body; her shorts. His eyes immediately searched along the curves of the naked body in front of him, the legs that were practically meshed with his own. This was the first time he got to see her, completely. Sure, this had been going on for almost a month, but she was never entirely exposed, standing right in front of him. Before, the room was dark, or she was lying helplessly beneath him. If this is what she considered regaining control, he had nothing to complain about.

She was mind-blowing, as beautiful as he could have imagined her to be.

It wasn't long before she was blushing, marking the second time this night that she let herself become more vulnerable towards him than any other night before this. His eyes searched to catch hers, trying to make that connection between the two of them that he had grown to long for. Not surprisingly, though, she turned and walked towards her bedroom before he got the chance. "Come in when you're ready to accept this for what it is."

Jumping off the sofa after her, he caught her arm just before she reached her door, pulling her back into his reach. With one small jump, her legs were locked around his now naked waist as he walked the two of them toward her bed. Their lips met again in a kiss that would have stopped his heart in its tracks if under different circumstances. He broke their bond and moved to her neck as he gently placed her on the bed, falling right on top of her. The beautiful, perfect body of hers underneath him arched its back while his lips formed a trail down her chest. Until this point each night, she was in control, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. She had all the rules, and he did his best to follow. But from here on out, it was him who was in charge, and she knew that much as well.

"You're on top tonight." His words were harsh, reflecting the erection that was now slammed against her hip. She gave a small smirk before positioning herself perfectly on top of him, his tip rubbing against her entrance. That was all he needed as he bucked his hips, slamming into her with much more force than usual.

She arched her back in response, giving him a full view of her breasts. The sounds she made, the sounds she couldn't help but to scream out, was what he looked forward to the most every night he came by her apartment. As broken as she was, as stubborn as she was, she had entirely no control of what happened after he filled her. It was the only time she acted like this meant something to her. He took what he could get.

"Fuck..." She breathed out desperately as their hips rocked together feverishly, finally agreeing on a pace to move to. His hands were held at her hips, giving her stability while she moved up and down on him. "You feel so go-good." It came out as a prolonged moan as she grabbed onto his hands, needing something to hold onto. He placed his hands on top of hers and squeezed them, and she reacted against the connection immediately. Her hands quickly moved onto his chest, scratching him, trying to keep up as he increased their pace. Small traces of blood followed wherever her nails stuck.

He ignored her protests and grabbed a hold of one of her hands, intertwining their fingers immediately while his other hand remained on her hip. She didn't let go, surprising him when she even increased the grip. Her lips opened as small cries came out, loud and lasting as he continued to meet her hips with his. Their eyes caught after she stopped their movements for a second, mainly so she could catch her breath, hands still intertwined. Her hips were still lightly grinding into his, never once allowing him to leave her hold.

"Let go for me." He growled, releasing his hand from hers and moving it to her breasts. He guided her hips with his other open hand, anxious to feel her move against him again. She would get her break soon enough. Her eyes were closed, head leaned back as more moans escaped her lips. He had been with her long enough to know when she was close to the edge. "Come on, baby." He was close too. He bucked his hips one last time, and that was it as he spilled into her. Her back arched again, screaming out before she fell on top of him. His hands moved to her back, pulling her close to him. Her head buried into his neck, and he could smell the soft scent of the shampoo she used. Not wanting her to get upset at him, he slipped himself out before rolling her over next to him.

For a minute, one of her hands traced small circles on his chest, almost admiringly. A smile formed across his lips.

"I could stay tonight if you wanted." Shit. He shouldn't have said anything. She got up from the bed instantly and grabbed the robe that hung on a hook on the bathroom door. He was there to make her forget, nothing more, at least in her opinion.

"No, I don't want."

"Ok." He slowly got up from the bed as well, defeated as he began grabbing his clothes from the floor before walking into the living room to get dressed. After putting her robe on, she followed him through the hallway in order to get back into the kitchen. He knew what she was heading for; she had the liquor bottle positioned at an angle above her face when he grabbed it away from her.

"You've had enough." She didn't fight him for once, glancing down at the floor as he placed the bottle back in its cabinet. "Hey..." he pulled her chin up to face him before kissing her on the lips. He deepened the kiss while his hands roamed underneath the robe she had on. "I'll see you in a few hours." And he was gone, as quickly as he came.

She walked back to her room and collapsed onto her bed, ready for another sleepless night. There was nothing that she wanted more than for him to stay the night, holding her tightly against his bare chest as they slept. She wanted nothing more than to feel his lips brush across her naked shoulders when the two of them woke up in the morning. She wanted nothing more than to feel him harden against her as they said their intimate "good mornings." She had already made up her mind, though, before this started between the two of them. It wasn't one of her rules.

A small, single tear rolled down her cheek after she turned off her light.

Elliot Stabler would never be around long enough at night to see her at her worst.