A/N: I hope you like it. I've never writen Fanfiction before. Go easy on me. I'll love you forever...There are going to be more chapters. I just don't know when. I'm moving in the morning. Or...today, since it's 4:44 A.M. right now. I just finished this chapter. Pretty good for writing really early in the morning. I just came up with all this crap as I was writing it. I love me.

Disclaimer: I so own nothing.

Elliot was finding it more and more difficult to control himself. Olivia drove him crazy. She brought out his animal instincts. She was his and no other man was allowed to even look at her sideways.

Olivia felt the same way about Elliot. They didn't discuss it. They knew, along with many other people, that they owned each other.

Elliot was married, yes, but it wasn't like they were sleeping together. They had never even kissed or said that they loved each other. They knew how they felt for one another. There was no need to say it. That would be wrong. He was married. But then...wasn't this wrong too?

This was a whole new feeling for both of them. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Olivia Benson didn't let this kind of behavior slide. It wasn't how things worked. She wasn't anyone's property.

It was different now. Now it was Elliot. She found herself almost wanting to be his. She wanted him to own her. She wanted to own him as well.

The sexual tension had definitely gotten worse. It was getting harder for either of them to resist.

Worse than that, was the fact that every time a perp looked at her, he wanted to rip them apart. He refrained. Kept himself in check. He had to act like nothing had changed at work. He knew that. She knew that. It wasn't spoken. It was just something they knew.

One day it got to be too much for Elliot. The guy had stared at her for hours. Made lewd comments about her. Then he touched her.

The perp had slammed her into a wall and tried shoving his tongue down her throat. She didn't have time to react before Elliot was on him. He pulled the man off of her, threw him across the room. Then, when the sick bastard was getting up, into a standing position, Elliot sent his fist flying into the guy's face.

It was right about then that John and Fin had to drag Elliot out of the room. Olivia was shocked. She made her way out of the interrogation room.

Elliot was told to take some time to cool off in the crib, then report to the Captains office. Olivia, as always, had to find out what the fuck his problem was. She made her way up the stairs, towards the crib.

Just as she was reaching out to turn the door knob, the door swung open. Olivia was grabbed by her wrists and dragged into the room. She was slightly worried for a moment, until she realized it was only Elliot. He pushed her up against the wall next to the door.

Olivia had a look of confusion on her face, as Elliot pushed harder. It wasn't painful enough to scream or anything. The only sound she made was a slight whimper. At that Elliot put a little more pressure on her, pushing her into the wall harder.

He looked dangerous. She wasn't scared. she knew he'd never seriously hurt her. He had, after all, just knocked a man out for trying.

Elliot leaned into her, inhaling her scent. He moved her face around her neck and hair, trying to take in everything. Then he leaned down so his lips were right next to her ear.

"Mine." He whispered, right before roughly releasing her wrists and walking downstairs.

Olivia just stood there, shocked for the second time that day.

Elliot made his way to the Captains office, where Cragen informed him that he would be going home for the rest of the day. He was pissed, to say the least.

The next day Elliot was late for work, so Don sent Olivia to fetch him. Once she had arrived at Elliot's house, in Queens, she got out of the SUV and made her way to his front door. She knocked and then waited a bit. There was no answer. She knocked again. This time a very busy looking Kathy Stabler answered the door.

"Oh, Olivia! What are you doing here?" Kathy asked.

"The Captain sent me over to get Elliot."

"I've been trying to get him out of bed all morning. Come in. I'll try again." Kathy said as she moved aside to allow Olivia to enter the house.

"Thank you. I'll wait here."

When Kathy came back down she didn't look happy at all.

"He's being incredibly childish and grouchy right now. He still won't get up." She informed Olivia.

Olivia, never one to be discouraged, decided she should give it a try.

"Do you mind?" Olivia asked, gesturing towards the stairs.

"No, be my guest."

Olivia made her way up the stairs and looked around once she got to the top. She wasn't sure which way the bedroom was. Kathy had followed her up the stairs. Kathy lead Olivia in the right direction when she saw the woman standing there, looking lost.

Once at the door, Olivia saw a very messy bed, with a big lump under the covers. She knew it was Elliot, trying to hide from the sun. He must have a hangover. She thought. She made her way over to the bed.

"Elliot, get up. You're late."

"Olivia?" Elliot's voice spoke softly from under the covers.

"Yes, now get up." she replied.

"No. Go away. I'm not moving." Elliot yelled stubbornly.

Olivia looked over at Kathy, who was standing in the door way. "You weren't kidding..."

Kathy shook her head.

"El, you have to get up. You have a job to do." Olivia said, speaking softer than before.

Elliot peaked his head out from under the covers.

"I don't want to do my job anymore." He whispered.

"Don't say that, El. You know that's not true. Please, El? For me?" Olivia said, sitting down on the bed beside him and patting his arm gently.

Elliot just looked at her for a moment. He would do anything for her. He shoved the covers off and made his way to his dresser. Olivia had never seen him in his boxers before, but she would damn sure never forget it.

She made her way out of the room quickly, as Elliot dressed himself. Kathy went back downstairs to fix the kids breakfast.

When Elliot emerged from his room, fully dressed, Olivia was waiting in the hall outside his room. He stopped and looked at her for a moment.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." He almost whispered.

"Don't be." Olivia said as she got up to follow him downstairs.