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Note: Sorry for the lateness of the post, my first story and I'm already off to a bad start. But let's not be too distraught, I also neglected True Blood, Weeds and the Big C because this week has been less than fun. Besides, I had to make sure I was in the right mind frame for this….

II. Interruptions

Never in her life, not even when Lowell Harris had her pinned in the dirty basement of a prison, had Olivia been completely controlled by a man. She always found her own hands pinning his wrists, as she rode out her pleasure first; her muscles tensed, waiting for an opportunity to flip him onto his back where she could set the pace. But now, with the blood rushing furiously beneath her skin she felt herself yielding instantly to Elliot's touch. As his hands pulled her to him, she fell into him… her eyes heavy and her breathing labored.

She felt him kiss her; she felt Elliot's soft, firm lips against hers and soon his warm tongue plying her lips open. His hands went to her pants, deftly unbuttoning, and letting them fall to the ground. Before she could step out of them, his hands were moving to the buttons on her shirt. He was much less kind to them, and ripped the soft fabric with a smile. Olivia felt herself falling further into him, her legs no longer willing to support her weight.

Elliot held her, his large hand splayed across her back, while his other hand was busy caressing her breast through the cup of her bra. She wrapped her arms around him, delighted at the solidness of him, his comforting smell, the hardness she felt growing between them. Then, she was being lifted and the bed was beneath her. Their kiss paused for a moment while he positioned himself over her fully, his aching groin sliding roughly over her sex. Olivia's legs fell apart limply as Elliot continued to drag himself over her. She was listless, unable to do much more than whimper something resembling his name. While they'd obviously had sex the night before, she could barely remember it.

The intense emotions she was now experiencing should have bombarded her last night, their first time. Now, having been repressed by horrific amounts of alcohol, they rushed at her unbidden. Olivia knew she was going to have sex with Elliot again, in his house, while his family carried on unawares, she also knew that she couldn't afford to care.

Their lips broke apart with an audible pop as he raised himself off of her just enough to reach between them. Elliot tore his shirt off, throwing it across the room and made his way back toward her. Olivia sucked in a shaky breath as Elliot ran two fingers between her breasts, along her stomach, and into her panties, and then inside of her slippery, wet, center.

She rocked into him as he gently began to explore her inside. She felt his fingers twisting inside of her, pushing in and pulling out at a delicious pace. As the pressure began to build inside her, she whimpered louder, thrusting her hips into his hand, he kissed her again.

Suddenly pulled his fingers out, hastily fumbling with his shorts as Olivia watched her mouth was slightly agape as she saw him, throbbing and discolored with readiness for her. They hadn't thought about consequences, there hadn't been time for that when everything had fallen into place so perfectly. He reached out and threaded his fingers through her hair. He was looking at her so intensely, gauging her willingness to consciously enter into adultery with him, so she did the only thing she could do. Olivia moved to kiss him, her hips rising up to meet the throbbing heat between his legs when, from downstairs the phone began to ring.

Elliot's eyes flew open from whatever drugged haze he'd been under the last 10 minutes. He felt Olivia shift under him, and moved away quickly, shooting a guilty look her way before commencing a search for his clothes. He watched Olivia sit up, and look around pensively for something to put on, since he'd ripped her shirt not 5 minutes prior.

He picked his t-shirt up and handed it to her, placing a hasty kiss to her temple, and running downstairs. The phone stopped ringing just as he reached the kitchen. There was only one missed call, from Munch. He felt relieved somehow, that now he wouldn't have to mention Kathy or the kids to Olivia, reminding her of the sheer wrongness of their actions. The little voicemail icon beeped loudly, shaking him from his reverie and he punched into the code to listen.

Olivia had been tentatively making her way downstairs, collecting her clothes and attempting to brush her hair into something presentable, she walked into the kitchen quietly, assuming that Kathy was calling and that she'd have to endure the awkwardness of being thrown out of his house like a harlot. Olivia stopped short however, when she saw the look on Elliot's face.

His eyes were wide and his brow furrowed, the intensity in his face giving her pause. He saw the concern in her eyes, and pressed put the phone on speaker. Munch's voice, gravely with exhaustion filled the room as Elliot replayed the message. "Stabler, man, pick up the phone. I hope you're not doing what I think you're doing….I hope you kept your promise to escort Detective Benson to your daughter's bedroom, to sleep it off. You did promise us about 20 times before you kicked everyone out of your house. Tell me she slept it off alone man, because we both know this won't end well….call me back."

Olivia was silent as she took in the message, cautiously looking at Elliot only when it was over. "It's ok Elliot", she started, "everyone was drunk and everyone knows that we were drinking, they wouldn't have just let me stay here if they were really so appalled by the idea of…us." But his conscience was in overdrive now, she wasn't standing in front of him in a bra looking vulnerable and irresistible, she was standing in his kitchen, imploring him not to discount what was happening between them, he knew that he couldn't and wouldn't. She saw the conflict that was emerging in his mind.

He looked at her steadily though, and never once breaking eye contact he walked toward her. Her heart began to beat faster, they'd been in this position before…with Elliot stalking toward her and it nearly ended in sex. This time however, he merely wrapped his warm arms around her trembling body, rubbing his hands up and down her back, his head resting on her shoulder.

She returned the hug fervently, and for what seemed like hours they slowly rocked back and forth in his kitchen. "I don't regret a thing", he whispered into her neck, "not a fucking moment of it, Olivia." Then he ended the hug, pulling away but kissing her firmly on the forehead. She was as vulnerable as she'd ever been. Elliot was the man for whom she'd die, the only man she ever imagined being with.

She never let herself think the thoughts for too long, because she was afraid he would see the longing, and know her greatest wish was simply him. His rejection would be the end of her, the end of their partnership, and perhaps even her time with SVU.

As if sensing her resignation, he cupped her face his hand, forcing her gaze to his "This isn't over, but now I think we both have a lot to think about. Kath and the kids…." She stopped him abruptly, and Olivia whispered, " it's ok El…you have a family, I understand….we had this time together, and it wasn't perfect but maybe it's all we get….I can't have this be us, cheating and home-wrecking, our partnership represents so much more than a drunken fuck, I won't let this be our defining moment, I…."

He cut her off with another intense kiss, and she though she struggled at first, she again acquiesced to his touch his kiss and melted into him. They pulled away slowly, and as he smiled down at her… she was surprised to see his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I don't know exactly what this is" he said gesturing between them, "but I know that whatever we become, will be worth the hell that's to come….you know I have Kathy and the kids, but there's so much more to this situation that I've let on about…and with Eli getting older, let's just say we both have had an eye to the door. "

Her eyes widened at this, why hadn't Elliot told her they were having problems again, and was this just a reaction to that? She sighed and forced a smile on her face, " Ok Elliot, I'm not going to say I don't want to explore this with you….but I don't want you to wake up from this post-coital haze and decide that you don't want us to go any further." Elliot narrowed his eyes slightly, "you weren't concerned about us going too far when my fingers were inside of you, Olivia." At that, her hand flew to her chest and she shook her head incredulously at him.

He immediately regretted his harshness, but he was also afraid that she would pull away and leave him with nothing but the memory of her. Elliot sighed and said, "I'm sorry Olivia that was unnecessary….I just don't want you running from this, I need us to see this through". She shook her head and ran her hand through her hair, "its ok….but what are we going to do about Munch? I don't think we should tell anyone we've slept together until we process things…we have to lie to him." Elliot looked a bit defeated, but nodded at her request. She was right of course, while he'd been fighting with Kathy more and more, they hadn't explicitly discussed a divorce, and Eli was still young. They needed to decide if they were just recovering from a one night stand, or preparing to launch a relationship.

They stood in unsteady silence for another few moments, each contemplating the other, when the phone rang again. This time it was Kathy, and Olivia took that as her cue to leave. She smiled sadly at him and left, her head still whirling about Elliot's confession that he and Kathy were having problems.

Elliot waited about 30 seconds after getting off of the phone with Kathy before throwing some clothes on and jumping into a cab. He beat Olivia to her apartment by five minutes and was waiting on the front steps when she rounded the corner. Her pace quickened as she approached him, taking in his scruffy growth, and rumpled shirt. "The kids, won't be home tonight, I thought I would take you to breakfast….I couldn't leave things this way." He said, taking her hands and lacing his fingers through hers. "Let me just change first, I look a mess", she said as she led him up the stairs and into her lobby.

She went to unlock the door when he pulled her to him, her back flush with his front. She could feel him behind her through their clothes, insistent. "You look like you were fucked last night and fingered this morning…if it was up to me, you'd look like this ALL the time" he rasped into her ear. She turned to look at him, surprised at the lust she saw in his eyes.

They kissed deeply, soft sucking sounds emanating from them as they stood, quite exposed in her lobby. It took the quiet cough of Olivia's neighbor stop them, and only as far as her front door. As soon as the lock slid home, Elliot was pressing her into the door and pulling desperately at her pants, he smiled at her devilishly and whispered, "we'll eat later", before hoisting her legs around his waist and carrying her over to her couch.

Next: Kathy and the kids return and Elliot and Olivia deal with complications at work

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