A/N: What happened after that kiss? Where do they go from here?
DISCLAIMER: SVU and its Characters belong to Dick Wolf. Storyline and dialogue, and original characters, belong to TStabler©
"Benson," Cragen shouted. "Do you have those..."
"No," she interrupted. "Like I was really gonna leave? Even if I wanted to, someone with severe anger management issues ripped them to shreds last night." She shot Elliot a harsh glare, forgetting momentarily that he gave her one hell of a kiss soon after he ripped up those transfer papers.
"Good," Cragen said, "I wasn't going to sign off on it, anyway. Besides, the only open spot is in Brooklyn Homicide. You would have hated it."
Olivia made a face and smirked. "Yeah, I really would have had a hard time adjusting," she said sarcastically. "Dealing with death and arrogant assholes is so much harder than dealing with...rape, death, and arrogant assholes." She shook her head, walked over to the coffee pot and poured two mugs full, the first time in weeks she bothered pouring one for Elliot.
Cragen smirked and walked back into his office, Munch chuckled and Elliot looked hurt. He knew he was the "arrogant asshole."
"Hey, Baby-Girl, you look different, um, have you lost weight?" Fin asked as she walked back over to her desk.
She handed Elliot the coffee and he smiled at her, trying not to show any sign of his love or lust for her. Olivia smiled back, innocently, and turned to Fin. "Yeah, I dropped a few pounds. I've been overdoing it in the gym, I think. I broke a punching bag last week, actually," she said, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Damn girl," Fin cried. "I hope I'm not the source of all that aggression."
"No," she laughed, sipping her coffee. "It's not you, Fin." She sat in her chair and dropped her head into her hands, trying desperately to forget last night. The way his lips felt, and the way his mouth tasted, the way his hands and arms moved so perfectly over her body, the way she wanted so much more than that one kiss, the way common sense flew back to her as his hand caressed her ass and yanked lightly on her shorts, and she practically threw him out of her apartment, explaining how it just couldn't go down that way. As soon as he left she had to take another shower. It was all so perfect and so horrible and so wrong and so goddamn right all at the same time and she couldn't stop herself from wanting him, needing him, now that she knew what he really did to her. He was like the best fucking heroin on Earth; one taste and she needed more, and she was gonna be a raging bitch until she got it.
"Liv," Elliot said, loudly.
Her head snapped up. "What?"
"Did you hear anything I just said?" he asked, smirking at her.
She caught his eyes with hers, and felt the heat, the tension, the aching need, rising in her belly and she looked away. She shook her head. "No."
"I said, Warner got a hit off the DNA from the rape kit. He's in the system. He's a cop."
Olivia, without looking at him, nodded and grabbed her jacket. "Let's go get him, then," she said. She bolted out of the bullpen, with Elliot close behind.
They stepped off the elevator and into the lobby of the precinct, and ran right into Kathy. "Perfect," Olivia mumbled. "I'll wait for you in the..."
"No, Liv," Elliot interrupted, grabbing her arm. "This won't take long. What do you want, Kathy? We're on our way out, we have a suspect to bring in."
Kathy folded her arms. "So, you're still with her, then? I actually came to talk to your captain, Elliot. But, since you're both here, which of you would rather work with Munch? I need to know so when I..."
"What?" Elliot asked, his eyes narrow.
Kathy smirked. "When you came home last night, Elliot, you told me that we needed to talk about our marriage. I assumed you meant that you wanted to save our marriage by getting rid of the problem," she spat, glaring at Olivia.
"Okay, so, on that note," Olivia said, pulling her arm out of Elliot's grip, and looking up at him, pained. "Like I said, I'll wait for you in the car. I really don't wanna hear this shit." She stormed off, out of the glass doors and headed into the parking lot. She got into the maroon sedan and waited, patiently. Twenty minutes later she saw, reflected in the side-mirror, Elliot pull Kathy out of the precinct and she watched them yell at each other. Elliot threw something at Kathy, then Kathy smacked Elliot. She turned and walked down the street, not crying, but very angry. Elliot rubbed his cheek, and laughed. Laughed? Olivia was very confused.
Elliot walked over to the car, got in and looked over at her. "Sorry about that," he said. "She didn't take that very well."
"What?" Olivia asked, staring out the window as Elliot put the car into gear and pulled out of the lot.
"Did you really break a punching bag?" he asked her, furrowing his brow and smirking.
"Did you really just...don't change the subject! What the hell was that, back there? What, you're gonna work with Munch? I'm the problem? You're trying to save your marriage all of a sudden? I though that you..."
"Liv, woah!" He stopped at a red light and looked at her. "Back up. I only asked because I'm a pretty strong guy. I've been known to break a couple of doors, a few lockers, I've even dented a couple of cars, and no matter how hard I hit the damn thing, I've never broken the bag. If you did it, then that means that body of yours is pure fucking muscle. It's a damn turn on, Liv." Olivia looked at him, befuddled, and Elliot chuckled. "You don't notice anything, do you? Nothing different? I'm not missing anything?" he asked her.
"Um, I think you may be missing a couple of marbles," she muttered.
"Okay," he said with a chuckle, turning the wheel, deliberately using both hands. "Anything else?"
Olivia's eyes widened. "You...that's what you threw at her? Why would you do that?" He was no longer wearing his wedding band. He had thrown it at Kathy.
"She gave me a choice, Liv. I made it." Elliot pulled out onto the expressway and looked over at her. "My hand feels so much fucking lighter. So do my shoulders. Like a huge weight has been lifted off of them. Ya know why, Liv?"
Olivia shook her head, afraid to open her mouth. She'd squeal like a little girl getting a new bike.
"Because, it fucking has!" he laughed, reaching over to grab her hand.
Olivia saw his hand reaching for hers, she didn't know why she didn't pull her hand away. She let him take it and she definitely didn't know why she squeezed it in return. She craved his touch, even something minor like holding his hand, so badly.
"I'm not gonna lie to you, Liv. This is gonna be hard. This is gonna be tricky, and we're gonna need to work at it, because you and I both have these biting, acidic, personalities. When we're ready, we can tell people, and it'll be a bit easier. But, I checked, baby, it fucking breaks no city, state or federal laws. It may or may not be against regulations, we'll have to talk to Cragen. We could face suspension, a transfer, reprimands in our jackets, or no consequences at all. It's a department policy, not a city policy. IAB has a hand in it, they have to be notified, but it's ultimately up to Cragen."
"Hold on, El," she said. "What's gonna be hard? Who has to talk to Cragen?"
Elliot pulled down a one-way street, stopping in front of the 29th precinct. "This," he said, holding up their joined hands. He unhooked his seatbelt and leaned closer to her. "Us."
"Us?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Since when is there an..."
He cut her off as he crashed his lips onto hers. He ran his free hand thorough her hair and down her back, finding the latch for her seatbelt. He pushed the button, releasing her from the constraint, and pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss. He pulled her over the center console, refusing to break their kiss, and snaked his hands down to her pants, eager to get to where he'd almost gone last night.
Olivia was lost. She was fucking high right now, inhaling his scent and feeding off of his kiss. She was floating away and losing all connection to reality. She raked her nails down his chest, earning a thick growl from him and she felt him tug on her pants, worming his hand in between the thick, black cotton of her slacks and the warm flesh of her hip. She gasped when she felt his fingers trace the elastic of her panties and she trembled when she became aware that he was nudging the silk aside and slipping his fingers underneath it.
"El," she whispered.
"Shh," he said, "I'm just as addicted to you as you are to me, baby. The only difference is, I'm not trying to kick my habit. I'm trying to enable yours," he said, reclaiming her mouth as he skimmed the back of his hand over her bare mound. "Damn, baby," he mumbled against her lips. "So hot." He ran a finger up her slit, felt how wet she was and groaned into her mouth, catching her moan in return. "I love you," he said, biting her lip gently as he pushed his finger into her. He pulled away from the kiss and watched, in amazement, as her head dropped back and she bit her lip. "You are so fucking beautiful," he said, running his free hand over her body.
"God, El," she breathed, trying to control her body, her emotions and her thoughts, but losing that battle. She felt him push another finger inside of her and start thrusting them, and her head jerked back up. She found his eyes, his mesmerizing blue eyes, and she held his gaze, and for once it didn't scare her. "I love you, too," she said, as if she had just heard him.
He smiled as he pulled her closer to him, moving his fingers faster. He rested his forehead against hers and kissed her again, feeling her hands loop around his neck, into his hair, scratching his scalp. "Shit, baby," he said, ripping his lips from hers. "Cum for me. I need to watch you, I need to feel you cum," he whispered, rolling and twisting his fingers, feeling her walls tightening. "That's it, Liv. Come on, baby."
She looked into his eyes, met each thrust of his fingers with her hips and heard his lustful commands. She couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. She'd never felt like this before. Every cell in her body was about to explode. She was sure it had to be him, her magic aphrodisiac, her beautiful walking narcotic. She felt herself clench around his fingers, felt him try to push through her tightness, and his thumb found her clit. She saw stars and she pressed her lips to his, muffling her own scream, riding out her orgasm on his lap, in their police-issue maroon sedan. As she kissed him languidly, her senses returned and she realized, with dismay, that he was still technically married. She was technically the other woman. She technically didn't give a shit.
"Wow," he whispered, looking up into her eyes.
She smirked. "I'm supposed to say that."
"Hey, you're not the only one who got off on that, baby. I think I found a brand new addiction," he said with a cocky-grin. "Let's go bag this bastard, bring him in, get him to confess, go the fuck home and..."
"Home?" she asked, her eyebrow rising.
Elliot shot her a smug look. "Well, okay, to your place. But, I reserve the right to call it home if I'm there for more than a week." Elliot tried to move, but noticed Olivia wasn't making any attempt to get off of him. "Liv, we have to..."
"We can't go anywhere, yet," she said, only managing to move one leg.
"Why not?" Elliot asked, rubbing her back. "Are you okay?"
Olivia smirked and nodded. "I just can't feel my legs yet," she said, chuckling. "Gimme a minute." She leaned over and kissed Elliot, running her fingers through his hair, a little relieved and a little terrified. Unsure of what had just happened, and unsure of what was going to happen tonight. Part of her was thrilled to death and believed Elliot was finally hers, forever. The other part of her expected this all to come crashing down around her at any minute. The problem was, both parts were absolutely right.
A/N: Next up: they interrogate the cop, go home and feed their addiction a lil' bit more, and we see the first moment of the crash and crumble, but what, exactly, is crashing? Review? Much love, guys!