Part 3: Stolen Moments

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.

"Did you notice Humprey from the Two-Seven staring at you in that tactical defense lecture?" Elliot had a scowl on his face as he threw off his shirt and tossed it onto a worn-looking chair.

Olivia grinned at him and folded her arms. "He was not," she countered, rolling her eyes.

"Yes," Elliot spat. "He was." He yanked a clean shirt out of his duffel bag, huffing.

She strode up to him, smoothed her hands along the muscular curves of his arms, and wrapped herself around his neck. "You're hot when you're jealous," she whispered, a gleam in her eyes that had more meaning than she hoped to let on. She brushed her nose against his, teasing.

He scoffed. "I'm not jealous," he said, dropping his shirt to the floor and gripping her ass with both hands. "I have nothing to be jealous of, you know I know that."

"Then what's the problem?" she murmured, her lips brushing his.

A soft, low growl escaped and he pulled her tighter against him. "Mine," he said firmly. "I know..." he sighed and kissed her once. "I know they're gonna stare. You're fucking gorgeous, but I can't help it, part of me wants to beat the shit out of them every time." He kissed her again. "Let them know you're mine."

"Can't," she whispered, dropping her lips to his neck. She nibbled at the thin skin of his collarbone, making him moan. "At least, not now. Not here."

"If you don't stop that," he warned with a twitch, "We're gonna be late." He gave her ass a tight squeeze and bucked into her, purposely rubbing against her. "Very late."

She chuckled and sucked lightly on his neck. "Fine by me," she purred, pushing back into him, urging him toward the bed.

"Naughty detective," he said with a laugh, moving his hands away from her backside to unbuckle his belt. He felt her shucking off her clothes and he bent his head low to capture her lips in a more severe kiss. He wriggled out of his pants and cupped her face, groaning against her mouth and growing harder against her body.

"What are you gonna do, arrest me?" she teased back, flattening over him as they dropped onto the mattress. She peered down at him, her hair falling around her face, cascading onto his. She stayed there for a moment, watching his eyes.

"Hello, there, beautiful," he said with a smile, his right hand brushing against her cheek. His left was protectively and possessively looped around her body, holding her down to him.

She smirked and dropped her head, kissing him slowly, moving her tongue against his in a rhythmic tempo. Her legs spread a bit, curling around him, and she shifted her hips until she was easing onto him. She seethed, the hiss caught in his kiss, and her nails dug into the front of his shoulders beneath her.

"Fuck," he spat harshly, moving both of his hands to her rocking hips. "What brought this on?" he asked, nipping at her bottom lip.

She bit back, catching his top lip and pulling, making him growl again. She let him go, kissed him hard, and then pulled away as she said, "I'm just reminding you." She licked a long line up the expanse of his thick neck until she was hovering over his lips again. "I didn't notice anyone staring at me, El, because I was too busy staring at you."

He chuckled before reaching up and kissing her again, deeper than before, as if attempting to explore the very depths of her soul. Moans and short gasps passed between open mouths and smacking lips. Hands clutched eagerly at bits of skin and grabbed desperately at rounds of muscle. His fingers trickled back toward her hips and he gripped as she began to thrust and rock faster, riding him harder.

Her head flew back, a loud moan of his name escaping. Her nails scratched at his chest earning delicious noises from him.

"Fucking hell," he moaned, his voice scratchy as he let his hands dance up her sides, around to her front, until one hand was clamped around each of her breasts. He squeezed hard, making her cry out his name again, then smoothed his palms over them, teasing her nipples. He whispered a curse as he felt her twitching and jerking around him. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his body now fighting back, his hips rising with each rock of hers.

"Oh, God, Elliot," she whimpered. Her hands found his and she linked their fingers, holding his palms over her breasts as she bounced and rolled against him in slow, deep waves.

He pulled his left hand away from her body, suddenly arching it around the back of her neck. He pulled her down fast, slamming his lips into hers and his hips upward, a hard growl coming loose as he spilled into her.

She stilled, her body clasping around his, pulsating and pulling him inside of her, taking everything he had to give as she gave all in return. Her heart thumped, she could feel his matching the quick beat, and she let her forehead drop against his.

"Jesus," he sighed, panting, covering her face and neck with small kisses.

She laughed and moaned, shaking slightly as a secondary aftershock shot through her. Breathing him in, she inhaled slowly. "I needed that."

"God, me, too," he chuckled. He kept them still, unhurried kisses and soft whispers of adoration and promises of forever leaving his lips with each endearment. "I don't want to let you go," he told her sweetly, finally pulling out of her. He instantly missed the hot-velvet feeling of her surrounding him. "But we have to meet Skoda outside."

She whimpered as she rolled off of him. "I know," she complained, rolling her eyes. "What could he possibly find out about us by forcing us to make s'mores," she griped.

He laughed as he sat up, reaching over the side of the bed to get his shirt. He pulled it over his head and brushed a hand over his head to smooth out his now-sweaty hair. "Maybe he wants to see if you like your marshmallows burnt, or how meticulously you stack the chocolate and graham crackers." He stood up and grabbed a pair of jeans, forgoing the underwear. He wouldn't be needing them later.

She was half dressed already when she looked at him, a worried look in his eyes. "You know how he works, El," she almost whispered. "What if he gets us to admit...things that could get us into trouble. I mean, this is all on the record, here."

"Relax," he said, kissing her forehead. He zipped up his jeans, watched with intent eyes as she did the same to her own dark denim pair, and he said, "I promise. Nothing we say here is gonna get us into trouble."

He kissed her again, then followed her out of their small hotel room, onto the front deck of the motel. He watched her move, hiding the smug grin well as she walked toward the fire pit and Doctor Skoda, hoping he'd made her a promise he could keep.

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Peace and Love

Jo