A short oneshot detailing Elliot's first time, Olivia's first time, and their first time together. Enjoy.
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The first time Elliot Stabler ever had sex, he was afraid.
He knew he shouldn't have been. It wasn't painful, and it was a perfectly natural. But as a Catholic, he also knew that it was a sin.
He was also seventeen with a painful hard-on and a cute, very willing cheerleader beneath him. He had wanted to take her home, but he knew they wouldn't get any privacy there. And she refused to go to her own home.
So there they were, in the backseat of his car in a nearly empty parking lot, half naked and out of their minds with lust. It was awkward and it was messy, and it was painful. Physically painful for her, and emotionally painful for him.
Afterward, when they were putting their clothes back on, he had smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her face. She just got out of the car and walked away, leaving him wondering how bad he was and if they would ever speak again.
They would, and it would be the conversation that changed his life forever.
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The first time Olivia Benson had sex, she was sixteen and thought she was in love.
Danny was a junior at NYU. He was handsome, charming and sweet. And out of all the girls in the world, he picked her.
They were together for a year before her mother figured it out. But when she did, she stormed into Olivia's room, drunk, and started screaming.
At any other time, Olivia would have been afraid and just kept silent until her mother stumbled back out to pass out on the living room floor. But now she was seventeen, in love and furious.
The bottle slipped from Serena's hand, shattering as it hit the floor. Leaning over, Serena picked up a jagged piece of glass and held it toward her daughter. "I'll never let anyone else have you."
Tired of her mother's constant tormenting, Olivia stood up, and for the first time in her life, she shoved her mother.
For a moment, Serena was stunned. She stared at her daughter through the haze of alcohol.
Olivia saw red. When she came to again, her mother was in a crumpled heap on the floor. She was still breathing, and Olivia decided it would be better if she wasn't there when her mother came to. So she left the apartment and fled into the cold night air.
She broke up with Danny the next day.
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The first time Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson had sex, it was on a Sunday and it was raining.
They were at Olivia's apartment, watching a movie together. She had invited him because he was lonely and she was lonely. Kathy had divorced him, and the kids were carrying on with their own lives.
Olivia had no family to speak of to make her feel lonely, and yet, she was.
She had no idea how it happened, and neither did he. One moment they were watching the movie. The next, their lips were crushed together, and his hands were tugging at her shirt while hers were running through his hair.
Their first time wasn't perfect. It was sweaty and messy and awkward. But to them, it was incredible. A climax to an event nearly thirteen years in the making.
Afterward, Olivia had curled up on Elliot's chest, out of breath and deliciously sore.
He had placed his hand on her back and closed his eyes, reveling in the newfound sensations.
They didn't speak for the rest of that first night, but they didn't need to.
When had they ever needed words?
The End.
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