Law and Order: SVU is the intellectual property of Dick Wolf. The use of the characters, settings, and plotlines is not malicious. This is a work of fiction.

"Please," Elliot rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. "Stop treating me like I'm broken. I'm fucking fine!" He shook his head and narrowed his eyes at his captain. "You know I...I've been hit harder! I mean, I've gone temporarily blind, for God's sake! You all need to…"

"Okay!" Cragen boomed, throwing his hands up. "You say you're fine, I'll take your word for it." He tossed a torn notebook page at him. "Go. Just...don't bitch at me when your head starts to hurt."

"Thank you!" Elliot snapped, and then he huffed, and rolled his neck. "You ready?" He looked across his desk at Olivia, who was staring at her left hand, playing with the silver and diamond rings on her finger. "Hey," he whispered, "You and me, job, go now." He laughed and shook his head when her eyes met his. "You okay?" he asked, tilting his head.

She nodded silently, pushing her chair away from her desk and rising to her feet. "Fine." She cleared her throat and pulled her jacket on, cringing slightly as her rings snagged on the fabric of the lining. "Damn," she hissed. She looked down at her finger again, trying to figure out why the Hell he'd kept her rings from that op, why he had them, still in the box, on the dresser in his bedroom, and why he insisted she put them on last night knowing she'd only have to take them off in the morning. Something she obviously had forgotten to do. She shook her head and walked fast, hoping to pass him on her way out, not willing to answer the question she knew he'd ask. She didn't make it.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, staying right by her side, and he lowered his voice as he guided her to the elevator. "What's the matter?" He narrowed his eyes. "Last night, I didn't...did I upset you because we didn't...because I had a headache?"

"God, no," she whispered. "No, you took a pretty horrible shot to the head, I didn't really think you would feel like…" she shook her head, scoffing at herself. She wouldn't know when he would feel like having sex or not, and the way he'd been acting, she was terrified of making the discovery. "Nothing's wrong, I'm...I'm okay." She tried to smile at him, and when she looked up, her breath hitched. Her heart swelled and thumped against her chest. The love in his eyes was so clear, so strong; it was fucking real. "I just forgot to take my rings off, and you know if...if Cragen…"

"Oh," he let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, honey. I saw the way you were looking at them, and I thought maybe you were starting to regret marrying me." He winked, and when he pushed the button on the wall, he leaned against it. "C'mere," he said, and he took her hand as she moved toward him. He slipped off her rings, toying with them for a moment, and then reached his hands around her neck. He unhooked her chain, the one she never took off, and slid the silver through her rings before relatching it. "There ya go," he whispered.

She smiled as she palmed the rings, now around her neck, and she slid them up and down the chain twice before saying, "Thanks." She heard the small ding and walked through the opening doors.

"You know, uh, my head...feels fucking fine, now," he spoke, shooting her a smoky glare.

Her eyes widened and her lips twitched with the desire to grin, but she held it at bay, choosing to simply slap him in the chest playfully. "Work," she scolded, "You do remember how to do your job, right?" The doors began to open and she took a breath, trying to find herself again, despite the confusion in her life.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically as he followed her out, into the lobby. "Christ, I keep telling you, I do not have any kind of memory loss, whatsoever." He grabbed her hand and pulled, hard, spinning her into him. He smirked at her surprised gasp, and he narrowed his eyes when he bucked his body into hers, and she moaned. "I remember exactly where to touch you to drive you crazy, I know that little spot behind your ear...behind your knees...the dip between your hip and your thigh. I know how many times in a row I can make you cum before you need a break, and how long I can push you beyond that...believe me. I remember...everything."

Her eyes darkened at his words and her mouth and throat went dry, her body went completely numb. She had no idea how he knew about the spot behind her ear, her knees, her hips, or how he could know how many times in a row he made her do anything remotely close to cum. But she believed him, God damn it, and she needed him to prove it. "We…" her lips brushed against his as he spoke. "We are at work," she yanked herself free from his hold, licked her lips, and turned sharply, hoping she managed to shy away from him before he saw her cheeks redden and her knees buckle slightly.

He let out a soft, arrogant laugh, running a hand down his tie. "You might want to slow down," he called to her, "You don't even know where we're going."

She pushed through the glass doors, taking a deep breath, letting the cold city air fill her lungs and stifle the heat he'd caused a moment ago. She pressed one palm to one of her cheeks, satisfied that they didn't feel warm, and let the door close when he stepped out in front of her. "What the hell has gotten into you?" she asked harshly, keeping his stride as they headed past the parking lot.

He gave an indifferent frown as he shook his head quickly. "Nothing, I just...I feel different. I don't know if it was getting whacked by that car, or hitting my head on the sidewalk, or what, but I feel fan-fucking-tastic, and I'm...I'm in a good fucking mood." He grabbed her hand, linking their fingers, and let their arms swing as they walked. "I can't explain it, I mean...I know I'm always…" his eyes narrowed and his smile widened, "Always fucking on edge, hard as a fucking titanium rod all the time, because of you, but ever since the accident it's…" he pulled her toward him again, this time feeling safe that no one who shouldn't see them was near. "It's worse. I have this fucking desperate need...to be inside you, to feel you, to make you…"

"Jesus Christ," her eyes fluttered shut and her body went slightly limp as she sank into him, heat rising through and around her again, especially right between her legs. She felt the dampness form, and she couldn't even deny the reason anymore. "Elliot, we need to…"

"I know, I know," he conceded, but his hands worked around her waist, up under her shirt. "Work. Right." He stared into her eyes as he flattened his palms against her back. "Kiss me."

Every cell in her body ignited and the tiny voice in the back of her mind that screamed it was wrong was thusly bitch-slapped and drop-kicked and she moved, pressing her lips to his. Her hands shot right to the back of his neck and she moaned, feeling his fingertips curl deeper into the skin of her back. His tongue swiped over her lips and she let him in, giving into whatever part of his brain thought she was his wife.

He pushed her, still attached to her lips, up against the side of the brick facade they'd been walking by, and he nudged his left leg between both of hers, hiking up his knee, pressing it into her sex. "Fuck," he huffed on a short, surprised laugh. He kicked up deeper into her, his hands moving down her bach and cupping her ass just above her thighs. He felt her body rock, it spurred him on and he gripped her harder, holding her down on his leg, making her ride her way to a fast and furious peak.

Her small, high squeal was swallowed by his kiss. Her hands gripped the sides of his head with such strength her knuckles whitened, and the more she tried to raise herself away, the harder he fought to keep her down against him. She felt him grunt into her mouth and she realized he knew exactly what had just happened, and she bit his bottom lip hard to get his attention, snap him out of it, so he wouldn't blow a gasket and make a mess he couldn't clean up.

"Holy shit," he breathed, pulling back and letting her drop her feet. He licked his bleeding lip, stunned, but had a proud and cocky smirk on his face. "God damn, baby, we...shit. That's never happened before."

She stared at him, her lips half parted and swollen, her hair mussed, her chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. "No, uh, not...not like that." She ran a hand through her hair and stumbled away from him, stabilizing her shaky legs. She grabbed the back of a metal bench and took a few deep breaths, calming down, feeling tiny aftershocks rolling through her. "Damn, El," she muttered.

He ran a hand down her back, rubbing in slow circles. "I don't know what…I'm sorry I…" He stopped talking, seeing her shoulders bounce. "Baby, are you…" he grinned, hearing her laugh hit his ears. "Are you...you're laughing, so...what, this was…"

"Oh, my God," she chortled, throwing her head back, her bright eyes matching her bright smile. One hand hit over her heart and the other still clutched the bench. "That was...I have had dreams about you doing that, but never in a million years thought you would actually do it."

He laughed with her, then, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It was, uh, kind of a fantasy, I guess...only, ya know, in my fantasy...we were, uh, a bit more...daring." He wagged his brows at her and they shared an easy smile and another bout of laughter.

She took one more deep breath and she gave him a smoldering look over her shoulder. It hit her, then, how he knew where to touch her, how to drive her crazy. She recalled, it was a night she thought he'd never remember because they'd both downed half a bottle of Jack and a lot of vodka. A game of truth or dare had taken a dark turn, and they almost took things too far. Biting her lip, she still couldn't figure out how he could possibly remember making her cum more than once at a time, because they'd sobered up before he'd even found out how to do it once.

Her head shook as she laughed again, a bit more certainty sinking in, a bit more of her heart handing itself to him. "Maybe one day, we can live out your real fantasy," she mused, "But we should…" she pointed to the stoplight, the white walk signal blinking.

He grabbed her hand and ran with her, weaving between people and dogs as they headed for the center of the city, the small metallic building that looked more like a diner than a police station coming into view. "Why the hell does Tucker need to see us, anyway?" He voices the concern out loud.

She squeezed his hand, fear setting in as she came to the conclusion that it probably had something to do with them, and the charade she had to keep up to prevent him from virtual insanity. "Dunno," she garbled, her lip between her teeth. She held her breath as Elliot pushed through the doors to One Police Plaza, and her heart stopped when Ed Tucker, IAB Sergeant, met them at the front desk. She tried to pull her hand out of Elliot's, but it only made him grip harder.

He turned to meet her wide eyes and asked, in a whisper, "Baby, what's the problem?"

She twisted their hands and shrugged. "Tucker...um...us, should we…"

"Oh, please," he scoffed, not letting her finish. "I can hold your damn hand, it's not like he's watching while I'm fucking bending you over a desk."

"Not that it wouldn't be a great show," Tucker griped, "But please, don't. At least, not my desk." He held out his hand and shook Elliot's free one, and nodded politely at Olivia. "I need the two of you on…" he paused. "How's the head?"

"Perfect, I wish people would stop asking me that," Elliot said with a hard huff. "You need us on what?"

Tucker noticed the panicked look in Olivia's eyes, and he tried to convey his acknowledgment of the situation with another nod, and said, "A case. One we can't seem to crack on our own, and I need you two because...well, the prick is in your unit, and it's…" he sighed. "We realized, it's personal."

Elliot brought Olivia's hand up with his as his nails scratched his chin. "Personal, how?"

"I don't know how to tell you this," Tucker started, and he smiled slightly when he watched Elliot kiss Olivia's knuckles before dropping their hands again. "Elliot, you getting hit by that car...it wasn't an accident."

Peace and Love

Jo