It's a chilly evening for April, but even though they have the fireplace going, Elliot and Olivia both find themselves shivering inside the cabin they are currently assigned to for the night.

It was going to be a long, long night they both had realized early on. Because each noise they heard outside, every creak in the floor board, and every crackle of wood in the fireplace had caused them to flinch expectantly thinking that it would be their suspect and they'd be able to arrest him, sending them home finally.

But that hasn't been the case so far.

Their pedophile hasn't shown his face yet. The one who drives a white pickup truck with its white paint chipped severely on the right side. The one known for his habit of picking up little boys and holding them captive for long periods of time.

So this leaves them in a secluded patch of woods outside the city in a cabin near the spot the suspect has been reported to venture to, to take his next victim. It's so secluded that it isn't on any maps.

They've been sitting on the rickety wooden floors since the lazy orange glow of evening set in around five or so, and when a witness had spotted a truck resembling that of the suspect, driving around the area not even an hour earlier, they had put themselves on high alert.

But so far, no sign of the truck anywhere near the road leading to their cabin.

It's mostly a night of silent waiting and quick glances over at each other when they think they hear something. Other than that it's nonchalant glares and deep breaths.

For some reason, being so secluded gives a weary feeling to both of them. As far as they know, they are stuck here until further notice.

...

Olivia shifts around achingly and glances at her watch for the time. It's getting later and later and she doesn't know if she can handle spending much more time alone with Elliot without bursting at the seams with anticipation.

They've been getting along better these days, but there's always that underlying tension between them and their unyielding past to show for it.

She has mad respect for him and respects his life away from work, but she can't shake the idea of being alone with him when no one else is around... not for miles.

She won't lie, she's had a rather ideal image of what could happen in this kind of situation in her mind for years, but nonetheless, she tries to keep her distance from him.

But as the night goes on, Olivia can't help but notice Elliot's dark form hovering by the fireplace trying to keep warm as the night grows cooler and cooler. His torso and face shimmer in the firelight, the orange and black hues dance rhythmically against his white work shirt where a few of the top buttons are undone.

He had taken his tie off earlier claiming to have had a slight case of cabin fever and was sweating a bit. Olivia had hoped he was sweating for the same reason she was; the seclusion.

But now as he continues to lean against the fire place with his right hand propped against the concrete mantle, it seems his mind is definitely elsewhere.

Tall vanilla scented candles sit lit on the mantle and his gaze is steady on the wooden floor as if lost in thought or deep concentration. One masculine hip is popped out, making the pockets of his black slacks puff out a bit as he continues to stare down waiting for anything, anyone to show up, to make a noise... something, she imagines.

Olivia can't help but notice his silhouette shimmering in the blazing glare of the flames from below. Unconsciously, she licks her lips. She's seated on the small couch positioned against the wall directly across the room from the fireplace but far enough away she can't directly feel the searing warmth of the burning wood.

As a shiver spirals down her spine from the chill encasing her side of the room, she decides to get up and make her way to the fireplace next to Elliot anyway.

Braving the proximity, the sudden warmth in her limbs overshadows the uneasiness of being secluded with him for the time being.

As she rubs her palms together, she watches as he continues to face the flames. A few moments pass and as she goes to wrap her arms around herself, a violent shiver overcomes her enough for the clatter of her teeth to echo throughout the room. It's then Elliot chances a look in her direction.

...

She's standing there with her arms wrapped around her middle with her hair partially covering her face, and it gives her a small, vulnerable look he's never noticed before.

She shivers again and as she adjusts her stance, he can't help but notice how the firelight gleams across her olive skin allowing him to trace every contour line of her face with his eyes.

It's a beautiful fresco she paints in front of him, the glow about her brings something exciting, something he can't quite put a finger to.

Despite the aura she perfects, she still looks tired and he sees another tremor travel down her body as she shivers once more. He comes up with an idea and swallows thickly as he watches the tremor in her subside.

He walks to the wooden coffee table next to the front door with his black suit jacket strung across it. Slowly, with it clenched tightly in his left hand, he walks over to his partner who's still staring at the flames sifting through the air underneath the fireplace guard, as if in a trance.

He tentatively walks behind her and lifts his jacket over her shoulders. She flinches involuntarily at first but immediately loosens up a bit when she sees it as his offer of warmth and it makes him a smile a little bit.

...

As he lifts the jacket higher over her shoulders, Olivia feels the small breeze it makes and Elliot's fingernails as they lightly graze the back of her neck.

Straightening out the wrinkles over her back, Elliot's warm and calloused hands send goosebumps through her body. After smoothing the jacket over her arms, Elliot returns to his position next to her, staring diligently into the searing flames.

"Thank you," Olivia softly speaks.

Elliot's eyes lift to hers with no expression at first but then a small twitch in his lips lets her know he heard her. "No problem."

The sly smile he gives sometimes, can make Olivia crumble at his feet. She swallows deeply and continues to watch the black and orange shadows dance across the floor.

She glances from the corner of her eye as Elliot rubs his hands together repeatedly trying to keep his hands warm. Just when she thinks the a new silence will form, his gruff voice filters over to her ears.

"You know, that's the first thing we've said to each other all night."

He then turns to her as she continues to stand with her arms wrapped around her waist, shivering from the lack of warmth she knows she's not going to get from just the fireplace and light jacket, but she won't mention that to him, she will not think of other ways to get warm.

Doh, her sub-conscience slaps her forehead.

"Uh, yea, I know," she replies giving him a closed mouth smile before fixing her gaze back on the glowing embers. Elliot just gives her a look of knowing and returns his gaze back to the floor. A comfortable silence permeates the air and the lone crackles of firewood sift between their bodies as they stand shoulder to shoulder. Olivia leans forward and rubs her hands near the fireplace guard when she hears the faint whoosing sound.

Suddenly, a loud whoosh of static sounds through the entire room startling both of them. As she instinctively inches her way closer to Elliot in surprise, they both glance over toward the coffee table.

Sitting in middle, the radio Cragen had given them to keep in contact crackles to life, the static noise bouncing off the bare walls. Up until this point, it hadn't done much good for them. It had let out a few words Cragen was ordering and the rest was static. Sometimes a few small sentences had come through like, "No sight of him yet," and "Keep your eyes peeled," then static again. But this time his voice comes in clear and Cragen's direct message filters through louder and clearer than it has all night long.

"The truck was spotted about a quarter of a mile up the road. That's not far from you at all. You comprehend?"

Elliot picks up the set and clicks on the response button on the side. "Yea, cap. We're sitting here. Eyes are peeled. Over."

"Got it. Apparently, the suspect caught on and decided not to take the path past your location to where his hideout is."

"What're the guys out there going to do? Do you have back ups waiting for him to do a 180?" Olivia asks with eyebrows furrowed.

Cragen's voice slivers through the static again.

"There is a second path he could take that is just a few miles past where you guys are, but it's getting too dark..." A second passes before he continues hesitantly. "But to be sure... we will continue at it till he's caught. We have no confirmation 'he's' on to us."

Elliot scratches his brown with his pinky in confusion.

"Meaning?"

"We'll continue this search tomorrow in the light. It's too dark to continue now... especially out here in the woods," Cragen stops then sighs... "You'll be there til sun up because in the dark we can't see the trails leading to your cabin. No map location remember? So... I hope you wore warm clothes." And as if on cue, the radio goes to complete static again.

Olivia and Elliot stand there stunned. So, they had been sitting there for hours freezing to death for no reason and would have to stay the night?

"Oh no, we can't stay, Cragen has to be able to hear us," Elliot says calling into the radio set again, but nothing. He shakes the radio a few times and tries calling his boss by his first name but still no response.

He shakes his head and sits the radio down looking in Olivia's direction. "Can you believe this? We're stuck here all night... I don't know about you, but I call bullshit on this arrangement. We can walk."

Olivia scoffs in mock disgust. "You make it sound like it's so horrible to stay here with me all night. Am I that repulsive?"

He shifts his hands to his pockets uncomfortably and before he can respond she cuts him off.

With a small smile she continues,"El, I'm kidding." Wiping her mouth with her fingers in concentration, she looks back up with no ideas as to what to do. "Look Elliot, it is way too cold to go out there, you'll freeze before you get halfway to the main road, let alone we have no idea where we are. Just tough it out here, with me and don't get any bright ideas."

She gives him another half smile as he walks back towards her with slightly furrowed brows. Then without a word, he nods his head toward the fire and they both notice the diminishing embers inside of the fireplace. He scratches his bottom lip with his thumb and then goes to remove the metal guard so he can add some more wood.

...

A few hours pass as they sit in silence, both on the floor near the flames. Every once in awhile, Olivia's shoulder bumps into his when her yawns become longer and deeper.

He feels her body vibrate against him. When it looks as if her small convulsions cease, he leans forward and rubs his hands together close to the fire and then wraps his hands around his own waist.

Olivia's teeth suddenly chatter very loudly and it causes his head to snap towards her. Unconsciously, or maybe not, he places his large, calloused hand on her thigh.

"You ok?"

He gives her thigh a slight squeeze as he asks, concern filing out in the tone of his voice. She is tough, he knows, but she seems miserable sitting there, legs crossed in her signature black dress slacks, long sleeved dress shirt AND his jacket.

"Y-yeah. Just a little cold. I'll be fine." Her teeth clatter again as she scoots herself on her behind a little bit closer to the fire place.

Even though she looks cold and vulnerable, he feels an interesting pang of excitement enter his chest at the site of her.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he enjoys the sight of her this way.

Seeing her draped underneath his jacket, in an odd way, makes her look sexy. Her hair is tucked underneath the neck of the jacket and just a sliver of skin from her cheeks glow in the fire light.

He does another bold thing on his part and runs his hand up the back of the jacket until his fingers touch her hair, then glides it back down to right above her behind. Call it cabin fever, but to Elliot, touching her while secluded in a patch of woods not on anyone's radar, seems so much easier. And by God, he likes that feeling.

...

As his fingers fall away, another set of goosebumps trail down Olivia's spine and she wonders what in the hell he is doing. She looks across her shoulder at him and sees the burning embers reflect in his eyes. She swallows thickly as she watches the normally royal blue of his irises blur into midnight. Once she finds her voice, it comes out as a soft choke.

"You're giving me even more chills," Olivia speaks softly as she glances into his eyes. She gives him mock a glare before letting a small smile trace her lips. They never let small contact like that occur and the fact he doesn't seem to realize what he's doing causes a grin to try and fight its way onto her lips...

He glances back at her with a chilling look that gives her yet another set of gooseflesh she can't blame on the arid night this time. He holds her gaze for long moments before she breaks contact and pats his knee with her right hand.

The movement was only meant as a silent thank you for the comfort but before she can pull her hand away, Elliot's hand is over hers keeping it on his knee. He begins rubbing his hand over her knuckles before she can protest. He then brings her hand up to his face blowing his warm breath against her skin.

At this point, she is way past goosebumps, and more than slightly turned on as her skin tingles beneath his breath.

Grabbing her other hand and pressing it against the other one, he surprises her even more by rubbing his hands gently over hers as she watches his movements with astonishment.

Oh boy, his hands feel so good on her and she wonders what else his hands can do other than literally bring warmth back into her hands and... other regions. She mentally face-palms again as her thoughts go astray. He continues to rub and after a few seconds pass, he stops to look at her questioningly.

"Feel warmer now?" he asks.

Nodding, she realizes she feels much, much warmer than she had anticipated.

"Mhm, a little bit, it's so cold in here," she offers trying to shake the feeling of his warm, rough hands tickling her skin. "Too bad, we couldn't have gotten a secluded cabin with some heating," she says with a small laugh.

She looks back down at one of Elliot's hands, which rests on her thigh now, as he resumes staring at the fire, his profile a perfect silhouette against the backdrop of flames.

He looks back at her and in the deepest voice she thinks she's ever heard him speak in, he floors her yet again.

"I can make you really warm," he states matter-of-factually. He squints his eyes, his focus on the floor briefly before his icy blues lock on her deep browns.

If she didn't know better, she'd say the look in his eyes is feral, predatory. She ponders whether or not it's before or after it has stalked his prey; she's afraid to know the answer with the look permeating is eyes.

She stares at him with her mouth slightly open knowing now exactly what he means. She almost can't believe he had spoken such words but she had always wondered if he ever thought what she had so many times. The fantasies had become so unwavering for her at one point in their relationship that it almost seems comical now that he'd be mentioning it.

And now with that ominous look in his eyes, she can't help but wonder what this would be like, right here, right now. She doesn't even get a word out before he put his index finger to her lips and cups her cheek, inevitably bringing her head closer to his. "You know what I mean?" he asks in a seemingly innocent whisper. But she knows better.

Her eyes widen in surprise as his words sink in. She's bewildered but amazingly turned on as he moves her head even closer to his. As he pulls her face all the way in for a soft kiss, her lips ignite completely from the pressure and subtle softness of his.

His lips are so soft and tender. The feeling they elicit from her is something she had longed for a million times and the low groan that becomes trapped between their lips, causes her eyes to slip closed, making her entirely unsure which one it had come from. This is exactly why she sat on the other side of the room from him earlier. Well fuck, cautions been thrown to the wind now, she thinks to herself.

...

Her lips taste faintly of strawberry lip gloss and the softness pulls a need from within him as his tongue trails against her bottom lip. Immediately, he feels her lips part and knows she's done for. Just as he is.

He can't believe his is kissing her. He can't believe his partner his letting him put not only his hands, but his lips on her skin. It's mesmerizing.

She opens her mouth more and as she does so, she pulls them down to the wooden floor. Their tongues wrestle and fight for dominance with heated passion they've both known has been there for years.

When she pulls back slightly and a deep moan escapes from her lips, he knows he can't take it anymore. Elliot places his palms flat against her sides and glides them down toward her full hips, longing to pull down her slacks and feel the soft skin he knows is hidden beneath.

Olivia's hands return the favor by running up and down his chest wanting to feel the muscle and skin underneath his shirt.

But in the next second they are breaking apart their conjoined lips for air and simultaneously pulling and tugging at each others clothes. Elliot pulls his jacket off Olivia's shoulders laying it on the ground as he moves over her. He looks down, watching the light of the flames flicker off her beautiful face.

God, she is gorgeous, how has he kept himself from doing this before, he asks himself. He bends down and kisses her lips again before tracing the bottom of her shirt with his thick fingers, placing his thumbs atop the material and feeling the soft skin of her stomach for the first time against his knuckles.

He pulls her shirt up and almost obediently Olivia raises her arms above her head, never taking her eyes off of his. He then pulls her shirt the rest of the way off and tosses it to the side leaving her lying beneath him only clad in a tan lacy bra.

He proceeds to unbutton his shirt when Olivia pulls his arms down to do it for him.

...

God, he is fucking sexy, Olivia thinks to herself for the umpteenth time that night. She can't believe what is happening and as the shock fades away, her patience wears thin and she realizes she can't get his shirt buttons undone fast enough and almost rips it from his body as he hovers above her, kissing her hair and her neck.

Finally she opens the white cloth, and runs her hands up and down his torso, massaging his muscled stomach and chest and skimming her nails along his sides. He peels his shirt off the rest of the way and tosses it on top of hers.

He then scoots himself down and begins unbuttoning her slacks, pulling them down to her ankles as she watches with half open eyes. His body is a gleaming mass as the fire seams to flare up do to the sudden heat between them. He stops for a moment and looks down at Olivia and the look on his face makes her heart skip a beat. The sincerity of it running rampant through her veins. It's Elliot, of course.

"Do you really want this?" he asks with concern.

She looks away shyly before returning her eyes to his. "No, El...I don't want it. Please, I need... Fuck," she breathes out, lust and love and want all needled into one request as his rough hands skim the insides of her thighs.

Elliot only hesitates briefly before bending down again pulling her shoes and pants off the rest of the way. He hovers over her again, whispering in her ear, "That's the plan..."

Olivia grabs his pants and unbuttons them frantically as if at any moment, their chance to finally appease the inferno inside of them will be taken away. Instantly, her hands find their way into the back of his boxers feeling his ass and massaging it gently. With one hand, she finishes pushing his slacks and boxers all the way down in one rapid movement.

Elliot then stands on his knees allowing Olivia to finally take him in. Her eyes bulge at the sight of his tight thigh muscles and his thickness staring her straight in the face. She licks her lips surreptitiously and she watches the sly grin form on his face as a result while he slips out of the rest of his clothing at the same time.

Cocky bastard, she grins.

...

He takes in the sight of Olivia laying nearly naked beneath him before licking his own lips, then leaning down to graze the tops of her breasts with his fingertips. "Olivia... I've wanted to do this for a long time," he says breathlessly as he unhooks her bra from the front and gently pulls the lace to the side revealing her warm, mocha colored breasts, nipples distended and ready for him to take in between his lips.

She moans with each touch of his hand and adjusts herself underneath his body as he leans down to attend to each of her breasts with his warm tongue. The soft, pinkish-brown tissue ripples with goosebumps... the moans filling the air and heat of her skin clouding his mind more and more as he teases her breasts with his mouth.

This isn't just some romp to him. She'll never accept it, but he's always wanted to make love to her, slowly, tenderly, attentively, and hungrily. And seeing her sprawled out underneath his body, gives him hope that this is how it is always supposed to be like between them. Fire. Heat. Passion. He bows down again, and wraps his lips around her beautiful breast and gives in once and for all.

...

The wetness of his kisses between her breasts send a pulsating need between her thighs. The tenderness he gives with each tiny wet kiss sends her mind whirling. Of course it'd be like this she realizes. Everything has always been so brutal and fierce when it comes to them and that thought intensifies when his lips reach her neck.

He looks down at her with fire and passion and everything she's always wondered he would look like. When he persists, she closes her eyes and rolls her head back from the sensations he pulls from her, a whimper escaping from deep within. Suddenly, she feels him stop his ministrations and whisper in his deep voice, "Olivia, open your eyes, I want you to watch me."

She complies and watches as he kisses his way down her abdomen, making his way down to the top of her matching, tan, lace panties.

Elliot looks up to her, searching her face for permission and she gives him a silent yes with her eyes and then he gently pulls them down, finally slipping them off of her long, toned legs, and tossing them along with the rest of their clothes.

Gently kissing the crevice in between her legs, he sparks a fire even deeper inside of her before slipping his tongue against the tense bundle of nerves hidden beneath her trimmed curls.

He runs his tongue agonizingly slow against her, making her hips buck toward his mouth and sending sparks behind her eyelids. It's something she doesn't think she's ever felt before.

Yes, she's been here before, but never has this much heat flared from one man, and it's Elliot. The thought of it being him makes her groan involuntarily just as his tongue flicks over her clit again, the intimate contact reminding her that this is much more than sex, because Elliot. He's always been so much more.

That thought is immediately pushed aside from the pure sensation he wills from her body again when he runs his tongue up and down her core, making it blatantly obvious what he does to her by the readiness seeping from between her legs and coating his lip and tongue.

He laps it up and she thinks she might just pass out from his mouth down "there." She's done past the point of caring about time and space and feeling anything other than the heat of his mouth.

His intensity never diminishes she realizes as he spreads her legs even more, a warm palm on the underside of each of her thighs, causing her eyes to roll back in her head from the angle his tongue hits her.

"Oh, God, don't stop Elliot!" She pants hard as she reaches down to grab his head, running her slender fingers through is thin hair, needing something to grab before she climaxes.

Seconds later, her body tenses up and heat rises through her groin and it's there, the intense spasm inside of her... but he stops.

She's almost furious he stopped an undoubtedly intense orgasm from happening but being immediately greeted with the sight of his body once again as he kneels in front of her parted legs, dampens that flame and the same one from before ignites even more.

He's chiseled in all the right places still for his age, his masculine body reminds her of the Greek Gods she read about in some mythology books in college. He's not perfect, but he's beautiful. He's "hard' and ready for her. It still rings unbelievable despite the momentous occasion taking place.

Unable to sit still any longer, she reaches up and runs her hands over his tight stomach, her fingers trace the muscle from his abs to the v-line against his hips, found right along his pelvis.

She continues down and comes to the ultimate goal, his length, and then takes him in her hands, massaging gently causing a groan to barrel out of Elliot's tensed lips.

"Liv, Jesus... don't tease me," he pushes out breathlessly as Olivia continues to run her palm over him, getting an idea of what he's like in his most intimate moments as she watches his reaction to just her hand on him.

Sitting up a little, she takes his length and runs her tongue all the way down the thickness of him, eliciting a string of expletives from his mouth as he slams his eyes shut and forms a silent 'o' with his lips.

Watching him react to her actions stirs up her insides and she can't wait anymore, wanting them to explode together. Just as Elliot thrusts his hips toward her plush lips, she pulls her mouth away and pants, "Elliot, I can't wait any longer... I want you in me now," she offers hopefully.

...

She's laying back against his suit jacket, and spreading her legs as far as she can just as his eyes shoot open from the lust and hope filling her voice.

His mind is a whir of want and need as he watches her body stir beneath him. His mind finally comes back down from the high of her lips on his, God ... and he finally bends to rest his hips and thighs inside of hers.

He nestles down in between her legs and grasps them, spreading them a little more and as he reaches down to caress the soft pinkness at the apex of her thighs, he's sure she's ready for him.

Placing a hand on her hip, he slowly slides in, filling her deeper than he's ever gone before. The feeling of being encased in her softness is mesmerizing. He's on the brink of believing this is all a dream or a hallucination.

Either way, the way she pulsates around him, sends a clear reminder he needs to move but he can't quite yet. He hovers over her for a few seconds with an aching need to thrust but he waits for her to adjust to him.

He watches as her eyes flutter as she gazes seductively at their conjoined bodies. She sucks in her bottom lip and bites down as her hips swivel from side to side, adjusting to the stretch of him.

When their eyes connect, he places his hands on each side of her arms, and thrusts slowly, clenching his ass as he pushes forward and then pulls back, feeling every inch of himself glide through her. His groin swells with pleasure as he watches her moan and grasp at his hips with her slender fingers, her nails grazing his hips and back.

His cock slides in and out with a desperate ease as he tries to fill every inch of space inside of her. It's primal, this need to take up any space left inside of her. It's always been like this between them. And something tells him it always will be.

...

Olivia holds onto his ribs as she again looks down see his body connect with hers in the only way they haven't until now. It's nothing she's ever felt, the sight and smell and desire. And as Elliot begins to thrust harder, she realizes she's never known what pure fire can feel like with someone else.

He burns and soothes her with each motion and with one buck of her hips to meet his thrust, the tingling sensation builds to a point where she thinks she won't last much longer. As they both pant loudly, the room subtly fills with their haggard moans and the musty smell of sex.

Olivia reaches her arms around his neck, and as he quickens his pace to a agonizing slip in slide in and out, she tightens around him, feeling her orgasm coming.

"Elliot, harder..." she grits out as she clamps her legs around his lower back as he adjusts himself closer to her body, stomachs almost touching as he works his hips harder, faster, the sound of moist, slapping flesh filling the air.

Olivia grasps for the ground not finding anything to grab onto, scraping her nails on the wood as Elliot runs his lips across her neck. The combined sensations send her hurdling over the edge.

"Oh yes. Elllliot. Uunnnh."

"Olivia, you feel so damn good," he pants against her ear. His pace fastens to an unbearable friction and then he explodes right after her, his arms wrapping her around her back as she grasps his upper shoulders, her muscles tensing and releasing as she tries to catch her breath.

"Oh God, oh God," she whispers to no one in particular, arms heavy and legs shaky.

Olivia hesitantly opens her eyes she hadn't realized had clamped shut, feeling his damp forehead resting on her chest. She gently grasps his head and looks him in the eyes which are watery with pleasure. His sweaty, damp skin rubs onto hers as he slips out of her and leans closer to her face.

"Thank you," she simply says. Running her thumbs over his temples, she gives him a satiated half smile and adds, "I love you."

Looking away for a second, he contemplates her admission before looking back down and lightly grasping her right cheek and looking into her eyes for confirmation. When he sees that she isn't regretful of her words, he gently leans down and plants another kiss on her lips, holding her tightly against him.

"I love you too."

She smiles slyly up at him as he uses his arms to push himself up. As he sits next to her, his body still sensitive from their extracurricular activity, he admits it was one of his better decisions in life.

"God, I hope we get stranded on stakeouts like this more often," he says calmly now.

"Mmm, me too," she purrs as they stand up and eased their sensitive bodies back into their clothes.

Morning will come too soon when Cragen sends someone to come and get them, and all memories of their night in the cabin become a burning memory in both of their minds for a long time to come.

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