A/N: First of all, I have to say how awesome you readers are with all of the wonderful reviews for chapter 1! Love them all and keep 'em coming! LOL Hope you enjoy chapter 2 almost as much ;)

He wanted to pound into her, make her scream out his name in pleasure while she clawed at his back; drunkenly fuck into her until they were both drenched in sweat and too exhausted to move.

Wanted to, as in before. Before she looked at him like that; her eyes, shining with emotion so intense that he needed to know what she was thinking and feeling. Yes, they'd agreed it would be a one-time deal, but as he slowly slipped inside the wet heat of her, he knew that agreement had just gone out the window.

Elliot groaned as she molded over his cock and made a small noise, sounding like something between a whimper and a sigh. It was perfect.

And it scared the living shit out of him.

This was not what he signed up for. Not what he was supposed to feel.

He traced the side of her thigh with one hand, the other lacing into her hair as he began to move inside of her unhurriedly, his breathing quickening as he pressed his forehead to hers.

Her eyes, those fucking eyes. They stared at him as they made love and he couldn't look away.

"Liv…" It was a whisper against her lips.

Olivia slid her tongue along his lips until he opened up to her, then kissed him with the all the passion that was thirteen years in the making. She placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, while her other hand clutched his hip. She cried out when he began to circle his pelvis, grinding slowly into her and driving her mad with the sensations.

"Oh God, Elliot." She released his mouth as her head fell back against the wall behind the dresser. She immediately felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue on her breasts, her neck, her earlobe and she knew it wouldn't be long until he made her come. She hooked her thigh higher up onto his hip and slid her hand down to her clit, rubbing softly with the pad of her fingertip.

"Shit," Elliot cursed at the sight she made before him, her body exposed as she leaned back and touched herself. He absorbed every inch of her, every sound she uttered, as he continued to thrust. He joined her finger with one his own, twining his other hand with hers and pinning it beside her head against the wall. "God Liv, you're gonna make me come."

She writhed and moaned at his words, then looked up to watch his face as his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. She smiled knowing he was trying to hold back so that she would come before him. "El, oh…El, just let go…" She gasped as he began to slap his body against hers, hitting her so deeply inside she could barely breathe. After a few more swipes to her clit, she came undone, screaming out her climax as her body shook in pleasure.

"Fuck!" Elliot watched her writhing body as she rode out her orgasm and groaned feeling her spasm and clamp tightly on his dick. He rocked into her furiously a few more times and leaned in to kiss her as his own climax took over. "Mmph, God," he said hoarsely against her mouth.

Olivia deepened the kiss and wrapped her legs and arms around Elliot's damp body, holding him as he shuddered against her. When his body went slack, she pulled back and gave him an impish smile before drawing her swollen bottom lip between her teeth.

God the woman was incredible. Elliot held her close, running his hands soothingly up and down her back as they both silently absorbed the enormity of the moment. A moment that wasn't even supposed to exist. This was supposed to be a fun fling, nothing more than sex between good friends. He groaned into her temple, then leaned back to cup her face. How could he possibly have thought this would be a one-time thing when this was the only woman that actually understood him? The only woman that lived his life and stood proudly beside him for over a decade.

"El?" She looked at him with wide, questioning eyes, shaking him from his thoughts and he couldn't help but break into a smile and want her all over again.

eoeoeo

Squinting against the early morning sunlight shining through the blinds, Olivia squirmed against him. With only the ache in her head and between her legs to refresh her memory, it took her a moment to remember she was in her partner's bed.

She sighed in disbelief that the previous night actually happened as she felt his warm arm tighten around her waist, pulling her in closer to his body. She nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent and smiled when she felt him grow hard against her thigh.

Last night had been both amazing and incredibly confusing at the same time. Her mind had swirled with mixed emotions with each thrust of Elliot's hips, each expression on his face as he made love to her. Twice.

She could feel herself become wet with the memory and without thinking, she threw a leg over his hip, moaning lowly as the position caused his erection to brush against her slickening core. Olivia sighed as she recalled that the second time they'd had sex it had been even more languid than the first. They'd both taken their time exploring and learning the other in this new way, continuing long after the effects of the alcohol they'd had had worn off so there was nothing to blame but their own mutual attraction, curiosity and feelings. She'd known that it wouldn't be meaningless, but what she hadn't expected was the onslaught of deep emotion that poured out of them both.

Elliot's dick jerked against her as he woke, groaning sleepily. He then kissed the top of her head. "Mmm." His body hummed as it absorbed the heat from hers and he ran a hand down her spine to cup her ass, pulling her closer and entering her with one fluid push. "Umm, Liv," he whispered against her temple as she arched her body further into him.

"Ohhh," she sucked in a shaky breath as they began to move together and Elliot's large, rough hand slid back up her body to knead her breast. She kissed his neck and wrapped an arm around to play with the short hairs at his nape. "Feels good."

"Yeah…" He panted, the sensation of feeling her with no barriers and the electricity coursing throughout his body causing his heart to pound rapidly in his ribcage. He grabbed her thigh, squeezing the tensed muscles and then rolled them so that he was on top of her. He watched the expressions on her face for a moment before leaning down to kiss her parted lips, groaning into her mouth as their tongues touched for a seemingly endless length of time.

Olivia moaned as she spread her legs as far apart as they would go. She hooked her arms under his to grasp at the back of his shoulders and pushed up against him to meet his strong, deep strokes.

Elliot grunted out a low curse as she clenched her internal muscles around him and pulled him in so deeply that their hip bones were colliding with each increasingly rough thrust. Suddenly Olivia stopped moving and arched her back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened as he felt her come hard. "Fuck, you're so sexy, Olivia. I'm gonna…Oh, God…" He immediately pulled out and came on her stomach in short bursts, his body shaking with the force of his climax before collapsing beside her.

"Damn," she breathed, still in awe of how he made her feel. Still in disbelief that all of this was real.

Elliot exhaled loudly and looked over at her with a huge grin, then grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a searing kiss. How the hell was he supposed to let this go now?

{EO}

Elliot had been settled at his desk for about twenty minutes when Olivia entered the squad room. She'd told him earlier that morning that she was going to pick up some coffees and she'd meet him back at the station, then given him one last kiss and a sad smile before leaving his apartment. Elliot had felt empty as soon as she'd left, a feeling he had yet to further sort through, but seeing her now, looking radiant as she walked toward their adjoining desks, he felt his heart skip just a bit.

Get it together, Stabler. It was just sex. Phenomenal sex with your beautiful partner. Your beautiful partner that you no longer see as just…partner-ly.

Shit.

She smiled at him as she handed him a coffee and when their fingers brushed he felt the electricity shoot up his entire arm. He balled his hand into a fist under the desk in order to stop himself from reaching out to touch her again.

"Thanks." His voice was low as he smirked at her, his gaze raking over her body and remembering how she felt naked in his arms less than an hour earlier.

Olivia bit her lip and crinkled her nose at him as she started up her computer.

Maybe this would be fine after all. Even though Elliot knew their one night together would be eternally burned in his brain, maybe they now could have a flirtatious banter and simply hold on to the memories while moving forward as just friends and partners, albeit admittedly with a new element of overt sexual tension.

He jumped a bit in his seat as her foot accidently brushed against his. Okay, if he was being honest, maybe things would not be totally back to normal. He'd never reacted to her touch this way before. Had she done that on purpose? Analyzing every move she made was definitely going to drive him mad, but he just couldn't get her scent, her touch, her voice as she came for him out of his mind.

Elliot mumbled a curse under his breath as Olivia leaned forward to reach for a pen from his desktop, exposing the tops of her breasts. Those amazing, perfect breasts that he'd been licking, nipping, and sucking on not too long ago.

Fuck.

He squirmed in his seat as she arched an eyebrow at him in question, silky hair falling over her right eye seductively.

Shit, he needed a distraction.

As if on cue, his cell phone buzzed against his hip removing him from his thoughts. He looked at the caller ID and chuckled. Sean Trainor, one of his closest friends from his childhood.

The two had met when Elliot was about nine and Sean had moved into a house down the block from Elliot's family in Brooklyn. Sean had been crazy and hilarious even back then at the age of seven and they'd become fast friends. They still made it a point to get together as often as Elliot's schedule allowed, as Sean worked from home managing his own graphic design company and was typically available. As usual though, Sean always had the worst timing whenever he called Elliot at work.

"Trainor, I'll call you back during my lunch break, I-"

"Dude, I'm just calling to remind you about dinner with Jenna tomorrow night. She won't shut the hell up about how excited she is to meet my, quote, hot cop friend. I showed her a picture of your ugly mug when I saw her last week and she practically fucking swooned."

Jenna.

Son of a bitch.

Sean had set Elliot up on a semi blind date with his second cousin for the following evening. Jenna had also been recently divorced, and after Sean had talked her up and shown Elliot her picture, he figured why the hell not. She was definitely attractive enough with long auburn hair and emerald green eyes. Plus, finally agreeing to meet with her would shut Sean up about him not getting out enough.

"Holy shit, Sean, I totally forgot about that…" Elliot glanced at Olivia who was watching him with her brow furrowed.

What the hell was he supposed to do? He and Olivia had agreed that they would only be together for one night, but he couldn't deny that he was struggling with much deeper feelings regarding their brief interlude. Wouldn't throwing another woman into the mix just complicate things further?

At the same time, he also knew that he couldn't date Olivia and that she most likely didn't want to date him anyway. Their partnership and friendship was too important. He sighed into the phone and shook his head, trying to focus on his friend who was babbling about something involving getting laid and his cousin being hot. Maybe it was best for both he and Olivia that their new feelings were not further explored.

"Sorry, okay man, I'm still in." He turned away and murmured quickly into the phone so that Olivia couldn't hear him. "Tell her I'll meet her at Amici's at seven tomorrow night."

"Okay, bro, and I expect a full report when you get home tomorrow…or you know, the following morning."

"Shut up, Sean"

"Yeah, yeah…talk to you later. Say hi to your sexy ass partner for me!"

"Trainor…"

Elliot groaned as Sean ended the call and then chanced another look at Olivia. She was pretending to be immersed in a case file, but he could tell by her now tense posture that she'd pretty much figured out everything regarding his phone conversation…

And he had no clue what to say to her.