It was late at night, and Elliot Stabler was the only one left in the squad room. His partner Olivia Benson had left to meet up with a blind date set up by her girl friends, and Elliot didn't want to go home to an empty house just yet. After Kathy and the kids had left, Elliot had thrown himself even more into his work than usual, if that was possible.
He was just thinking over a case he and his partner had wrapped up that afternoon, when he noticed Olivia return and walk over to her desk.
"Forgot my compact," she announced with a smile as she reached into a drawer to retrieve the forgotten item and put it in her purse.
Elliot suddenly noticed how beautiful she was. She wore a simple black dress with a halter, and her hair was styled and clipped back.
"Elliot, you okay," his partner asked, her smile slowly fading as she noticed him staring at her.
"Uh, yeah," he replied, coming back to himself. "I'm fine."
She walked over and leaned against his desk, crossing her arms as she did so.
"You sure? Seems like something's bothering you."
He stood and sat on his desk, not liking anyone, not even his partner of seven years, to stand over him. He repeated, "I'm fine."
Out of the blue, he leaned over and kissed her.
"Elliot, what - "
But he kissed her again before she could finish the sentence, more passionately this time, reminding her of his Irish heritage. She kissed back, and eventually put on a hand on the side of his face.
"I'm sorry," he blurted after he finished the kiss. "I shouldn't have - "
"No, Elliot, it's okay," she interrupted soothingly. She smiled encouragingly, telling him, "I liked it."
"But I crossed the line. I mean, we're friends and partners, and - "
She kissed him before he could say more, then the next thing either of them knew, she was letting him untie her halter, revealing her to be braless when it fell away. He massaged both breasts, before trailing kisses from her mouth to her nipples, where he lightly used his tongue to make her moan slightly.
She helped him get his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt, before stepping out of the rest of her dress, now wearing only a black g-string and heels. After he peeled the g-string off her, Elliot made her moan a little more when he parted her thighs and probed her with his tongue. She grabbed onto the desk, but before she would have had come, he stopped and stood up.
She eagerly removed his belt, which joined her dress on the floor, and helped him out of his pants and boxers. Since it was her turn to go down on him, she gladly took his stiffness into her mouth, but stopped as he had done.
He responded by clearing his desk, and gently placing her upon it, before climbing atop her and inserting himself. He was pleased to hear her moan his name, and she was not disappointed by the orgasm that followed for them both, which was fireworks exploding inside of themselves.
"Oh, Elliot," Olivia spoke softly. "Words can't begin to describe."
As they stayed joined for a moment, they both couldn't help but silently hope for a child from their union.
……….
"Elliot, you okay?" Olivia's smiling was fading.
As if coming to his senses, Elliot replied, "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. You know, aren't you going to be late for date with what's-his-name?"
"Paul. I can't believe I let my friends talk me into this blind date. Well, see you tomorrow, partner."
"Yeah, see ya." He watched her walk away fully dressed in her black halter dress, wistfully wishing that he had been having more than a daydream.