Taking a small break from my other stories and working on some requests. Constantly writing such dark material was starting to get to me but don't worry. For those of you who are reading those stories, I wont be gone long.

Its been three months. Well, actually its been almost three years.

Three years since she picked up a brochure for a tropical getaway. She smiled at the memory of Elliot finding them in her apartment. She had been planning this tropical vacation then and she had finally gotten to take it now.

She sighed. That was three years ago but it had only been three months since he left.

Olivia tossed her head back and settled further into her beach chair, burying her toes in the sand. It felt good to relax a little. God knows she deserved it.

But she would trade all the vacation time in the world to have him back.

Its not that she didn't like her new coworkers. Amanda was slowly becoming a good friend and Nick was smart and capable.

But he was no Elliot.

She smiled again at the thought of him and also at the thought of Amaro and Rollins. Those two would end up together, she just knew.

Olivia closed her eyes and she wondered if she was that obvious when she would let her mind drift off to more erotic thoughts about her partner.

Ex partner.

There were times when she would catch Amaro staring and Rollins and although she never called him on it she knew what he was thinking. She had thought the same thing many times before.

Late night, alone at the precinct, just the two of them. Nick and Amanda had a cute ring to it.

She always left it alone though; Munch would bring it up anyway eventually.

The sun suddenly faded away from behind her closed eyes and she rose from her position to see what had caused it. Above her stood a cabana worker, carrying a tray of cold alcoholic beverages, which she gladly excepted. She hadn't had anything this refreshing in months.

As she sipped her drink, enjoying the cool, she eyed the retreating waiter, enjoying his heat.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

That was another thing she hadn't had in months. It wasn't like many guys stayed long after meeting her jealous partner.

Again she noticed that her thoughts had drifted back to Elliot. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved his jealous, possessive side. It was a turn on.

She smiled and sipped her drink as she wondered what Elliot would say if he saw her with a man here, on a tropical vacation.

What would he do?

She knew how to tease him, what to say and do to drive him mad. All she would have to do is find a gentleman, like the waiter, pull him onto the dance floor in one of the restaurant huts, and sway her hips.

She would rub ever so slightly against her dance partner, knowing he'd be watching. She could smile, flirt, giggle, and then all of a sudden she would feel his strong hands on hers, pulling her away from the man he would soon make her forget.

He would pull her into the nearest empty room and run his hands over every inch of her body. He would tear off her clothes, and his, and press his rock hard self into her.

Olivia moaned at the thought.

He would thrust into her, hard and huge. She knew he had to be huge. Why else would he be so cocky? He would hold her up against a wall and slam his body into hers and she would scream in pleasure.

Her drink was suddenly not as refreshing. Olivia sighed as she eyed the waiter one more time. She needed something to get her mind off of Elliot.

Something else to quench her thirst.

It wasn't as if he was coming back and even if he was she wouldn't see him here.

Olivia stood up from her lounge chair and, without looking, turned to walk down the beach. As she moved, her shoulder caught upper arm of a passerby, causing her to spill her drink all over him.

"I'm sorry", she said, wiping off the remittance of the slush from his shirt. It was then that she caught the face of the stranger and her breath caught in her throat.

"Elliot."

"Hi Olivia", he chuckled. Her hands were still on him.

In the shock of seeing him, she couldn't think of anything clever to say. "El, I think I ruined your shirt."

"That's okay", he shrugged. "it's a beach shirt, I was just wearing it out from the hotel lobby." His fingers moved to the hem of his shirt and removed the fabric from him completely.

It wasn't fair. Here she was trying to get away from him and he was half naked right in front of her.

His muscles rippled beneath his skin and Olivia subtlety inhaled his scent.

Strong, masculine, and primal.

She wondered if he tasted as good as he smelled.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in response to her silence.

Olivia shook her head and looked up at him. "I've been planning this getaway for years. What are you doing here?"

He shrugged again. "I needed a vacation."

"Where are Kathy and the kids?"

She could instantly tell that she had said something wrong. His demeanor softened considerably, though he tried not to let it show. "I left Kathy. Hence the need for a vacation."

She tried to hide her relief. "And you came to the same place as me?"

"Hey, don't blame me", he said. "You're the one who showed me the brochure for this slice of paradise."

She quirked an eyebrow at his words. "I did?"

He chuckled. "When you were sick, a few years back, I saw the travel brochures on your counter. This one stuck out."

Olivia bit her lip and nodded. The only reason she had chosen this place was because the brochure had still been on her counter. She mentally scolded herself for not having straightened up her apartment in what seemed like an eternity.

"You haven't missed me?"

And there it was, the cocky Stabler grin that never seemed to leave his face.

Jokingly, Olivia shrugged. "Eh, things are much quieter without you."

Elliot feigned a hurt expression and motioned his head towards the water. "Going swimming?"

It was too perfect, she thought. There wasn't a snowballs chance in hell she would give up that opportunity and she knew once she had her sundress off and her bikini was in view, she would have the attention of at least a few of the men on the beach.

The waiter for sure.

It was only fair, she guessed. He had been torturing her this entire time and she needed some payback.

"Sure El", she said. And with that, she undid the ties on her beach dress and watched it fall, along with Elliot's jaw.

With a seductive glare, she smiled and said, "I could use a dip."