Olivia Benson sat, drunk, on a barstool in Jimmy's, the cop bar her and Elliot liked to celebrate after putting away scumbag at. She twirled her chin-length silky brunette hair around her pinky, fluttering her eyelashes at Elliot Stabler. "My oh my, Mr. Detective! You're so tall and hansomeee! Let me jump your bones!" she drawled, imitating the young girl they had interviewed earlier that day that had a huge crush on Elliot.

Elliot chuckled and tipped his head back, downing another shot. The whiskey burned as it slid down his throat. "She did not have a crush on me." He smirked, shaking his head.

"Oh yes she did!" Olivia punched his bicep. "You really didn't notice?"

"Nope. I'm a married man, Liv." Elliot raised his eyebrows, his voice cocky.

A small smile spread on Olivia's lips. She leaned in closer to Elliot, wobbling a little. "Cut the bull, El. I saw you checking out my ass today when we were at worrkk." She giggled in-between her slurred words.

Elliot's mouth fell open and then he started to laugh hysterically. Olivia started laughing with him, even though she didn't know what was so funny. "Okay," he said wheezing for breath. "You caught me. But you have such a nice ass." He shook his head, looking down. He looked sad. "I was jus' looking." His words were slurring more and more.

Olivia put her hand on his forearm. "It's okay, Elliot, sometimes I look at yours too!" she said seriously, then erupted in another fit of laughter. "Isn't that funny? We both check each other out but we never admitted it!"

Elliot fell forward, shaking with laughter. "You know what's even funnier is that I've been doing it since the day I met you! I remember, you where wearing these really, really," he emphasized, squeezing his eyes shut as he remembered, "tight grey pants. And a purple sweater that your boobs hung out of." He smiled, looking off someplace in the distance.

"Elliot, you're sucha douche!" Olivia laughed. "What happened to a married man?"

"Not my fault my partner is fucking hot." He shrugged and took another gulp of beer. "Besides, me and Kath are barely even married." He leaned close to Olivia, like he was about to tell her a secret. "We haven't had sex in months."

"That's nothing!" Olivia yelled, attracting attention from none of the other drunken people in the bar. It was two in the morning, and, frankly, no one cared if she was yelling. "I haven't had sex in almost a year!"

Elliot's mouth fell open. "That's horrible. I'm sorry, 'Livia." He shook his head, in a and I felt sorry for MYSELF kind of way.

Olivia shrugged. "It is horrible. I barely even remember what it feels like." She whispered drunkenly, like she felt sorry for herself.

Elliot lit up like he had just had an amazing idea. "Liv! Why don't me and youuu have sex?"

Olivia made a face. "Me and you?"

"Why not?" Elliot's baby blue eyes were hopeful.

Well, he was married for one thing.

But, Olivia was too drunk to even remember that. So she shrugged, and said, "Okay, when?"

"Right now." Elliot stood up.

"Okay." Olivia shrugged again and stood up too, tipping over a little. Elliot grabbed her arm to stabilize her. "Where though?" she asked, worried.

"We can go to the place across the street!" Elliot suggested happily, like he was the smartest person in the world for thinking of the idea.

Olivia nodded, licking her lips while she tried to think about another question to ask. Elliot started to lead her out of the bar, but she stopped. "We have to pay our bill! Or we'll go to jail!"

Elliot mumbled something under his breath and pulled all the cash he had from his wallet, slapping it down on the counter. "That should cover both of us. Now let's goooo."

The partners fumbled across the street, almost getting hit by a cab. When that happened they both cracked up in laughter, doubling over. They walked into the little motel and got a room for the night. It took them twenty minutes to navigate their way to the second floor, then another ten to find their room and get in it. What happened after that, well, use your imagination.

A/N:

So, I just had a littlee idea for this story, and I thought I would do it after I finished Twisted. But I couldn't wait. Don't worry, Twisted is still my number one priority, I just had to start this one though!

This takes place after season 12, but Eli never happened. Kathy and Elliot got back together, and their marriage is hanging on by a thread.

I typically write Elliot & Olivia as close to their characters as possible, and they would never do this (I FREAKING WISH) so keep in mind that they are veryyyy drunk here! I'm soo excited for this story.

Review and tell me what you think, please! :)