A/N: More kissing, more dancing, who sees them at the hotel in NYC? And a moment they can't take back; good thing they don't want to.

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and its characters. TStabler© owns the narrative, dialogue and plot of this story. Dirty Dancing was written by Eleanor Bergstein, and some of her original lines have been used and altered.

"So where'd you learn to dance?" Olivia asked, as she stared at the studio ceiling from her flattened-out position on the hardwood floor.

"In the Marines," Elliot replied, from his similar position, right next to her. His hand found its way to hers, entwining their fingers, as he continued. "This guy came into the mess hall one day, and we were just sitting around doing nothing, and he said they were giving a test for dance instructors. To help us transition back into life in the real world, get a job, ya know?"

Olivia made a non-committal sound of agreement as she turned her head to look into his mesmerizing eyes.

"And if you passed, they would teach you all these dances, then show you how to break them down. Teach them," Elliot said, looking back into her doe-eyes.

"You're brilliant," she said, rolling her head a little in a gesture of emphasis.

Elliot shrugged as his eyes clouded over.

Olivia's brow furrowed. "You don't wanna be a dancer for the rest of your life, do you? I can see it in your eyes, you hate it, don't you?"

Elliot sat up and shrugged. "It's just money," he said, "I dance with whoever the hell walks through that door for the money. Money I need, so I can do what I really wanna do."

"What do you wanna do?" Olivia asked, sitting up, reaching her hand out, touching his shoulder.

"Promise not to laugh?" he asked, without looking at her.

"I promise," Olivia said, smiling as she squeezed his shoulder.

Elliot stood, walked over to the stereo and played a slow, saxophone song, as he said, "I, uh, I wanna be a cop."

Olivia got to her feet and tilted her head. "Why would I laugh at that?"

"A Marine, turned dancer, turned cop? It's funny, Baby-Girl," Elliot said, shaking his head. "Can you believe it's tonight?" he asked, turning to her.

"No," Olivia said, reaching for his hands. She took one in hers and moved the other one to her waist. "Are you nervous?"

Elliot turned his bottom lip out as he started to dance with her. "Nope. Are you?"

"Scared to death," she said, moving with him, with ease.

Elliot stopped moving, stopped dancing, and pulled her close to him. "You'll be great," he whispered. Then he bent his head, trailed his arm up from her waist to her neck, and pulled her in for a deep, meaningful, kiss.

Alex, Kathy, and Olivia were in the bathroom of the dining hall, getting Olivia dressed and ready, and waiting for Elliot to knock on the window so the two could sneak away. Olivia was visibly nervous as Alex fixed her dress.

"Okay, so I gotta keep my head up, my frame locked, my arms open, um, shoulders down, stay on my toes...what if I forget the steps?" she asked, slumping over and sighing.

Kathy, bitterly, from the sink next to her, said, "Pull up, watch your frame. Remember, let him lead you."

"I'm afraid I'm gonna forget to spot, get dizzy, and fall on my face!" Olivia cried, almost in a panic. "No, no, don't look at my feet. Look up. Look in his eyes. Keep my eyes open."

Alex pulled lightly on the dress and said, "This looks so pretty on you, Benson."

Olivia scoffed. "Pretty ain't gonna make me a better dancer..."

"Thanks, Baby-Girl," Kathy said, suddenly.

Olivia dropped her arms, and her mouth. "What?"

"For this. What you're doing for him. For us. Thank you. And I want you to know, that I don't sleep around, whatever Dean might have told you."

Olivia shook her head, as Alex stood, dumbfounded, and Olivia said, "I didn't think..."

"And I thought he loved me," Kathy added. "I thought it was special. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that." Kathy tilted her head. " You do look very pretty, Baby-Girl."

"Thank you," Olivia said, right before Kathy started sobbing.

Kathy fell into Olivia and hugged her. "I'm so scared, Baby-Girl," she cried. "So scared."

"Oh, Kathy, you'll be fine, I know you will," Olivia said. "Dean's a schmuck, but Elliot will probably take..."

"Elliot's fallen in love with you, Baby-Girl," Kathy said, sniffling. "He hasn't told you?"

Olivia's eyes widened. She shook her head. Then there was a knock at the window. Elliot had to shut Kathy up, before she said too much. He'd heard everything, and he didn't need Olivia any more nervous than she already was. The window opened, and Olivia climbed out, into his waiting arms.

"Wow," he gasped as they ran toward his car. "You look beautiful."

Olivia smiled as she got into the passenger seat, afraid to speak. The ride into the city was quiet, but quick, since Elliot sped. He ushered her into the back entrance to the hotel and led her backstage, where they waited for their introduction. "Relax," he told her, wrapping her in his arms. "Relax, Baby-Girl."

Olivia just nodded. She felt him grab her hand, and vaguely hear the announcer say, "The Hyatt Hotel is proud to present, Elliot Stabler and partner in, 'Dance Dreams."

"Here we go," Elliot said, pulling her out onto the stage.

They posed, the music started, and they were off to great start. Olivia felt great. Her frame was locked, her eyes were open and on his, and they were hitting every count, every step, every beat. "Relax," he whispered to her.

"Yeah," she whispered back.

"Turn," he reminded her. "Wrong way!" Olivia simply turned again, the other way, making Elliot chuckle. "Come over here," he whispered, pulling her into position. "Spin out, you ready for the lift?"

"Shit," Olivia said, staring at someone in the audience. Elliot spotted the person, too, and swallowed, hard, then spun Olivia outward. She ran to him, and he picked her up, but the lift didn't work. To compensate, Elliot flipped her into a fan kick, swinging her leg onto his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it," he whispered, dropping her leg and continuing the dance. "Find your spot," he whispered to her, then spun her, quickly, five times, then dipped her down for the finish. He pulled her up when they heard the thunderous applause, and they bowed, panic-stricken. They ran off the stage, Elliot was handed an envelope of money, and he pulled her, quickly, back out to his car.

"You did good, Baby-Girl," Elliot said, trying to not look in his review mirror. Olivia was changing in the backseat, hoping she could convince her mother that it wasn't her she'd just seen dancing. He watched her, gulped, and sighed.

"Yeah, right," Olivia spat, throwing the dress over her head.

Elliot swallowed, catching her in the mirror. "You worked hard. By the second turn, you really had it."

"But I didn't do the lift," Olivia reminded him, zipping up her jeans, that they had to buy at the hotel so she could change.

"That was just as much my fault as it was yours. You did really good," Eliot said catching her eyes in the mirror.

Olivia smiled at his reflection. "Thanks."

He walked her to her cabin, kissed her, and whispered, "Thank you, Baby-Girl. You saved my ass, and I..." he stopped, looked into her eyes, kissed her again, and said, "Thank you."

"Anytime," she said. He was almost down the steps when she saw her mother stride up. "Oh, shit," she mumbled under her breath.

Elliot was polite, holding out his hand and smiling. "Good evening, Miss Benson."

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you bothering my daughter, after hours? We do not fraternize with the help!" Serena spat, viciously.

"Mom!" Olivia yelled.

Serena looked up at her and smirked. "You, Olivia, are above him. He has a place in this world, and it is far, far away from you, and far under you." She turned to Elliot and said, "I saw you tonight, dancing with that woman in the city, and that's against the rules, isn't it? You can't accept outside jobs? Stay away from my daughter or I'll have you fired, do you understand? You will never, ever, be good enough for my Olivia."

Elliot sighed. He looked up at Olivia and said, "I know that." He looked back down and walked away.

Elliot was wandering around his employee cabin room, listening to music, trying to shake the image of Olivia half-naked in the backseat out of his head, when there was a knock on his door. "Who the hell..." he trailed off, walked over, and opened the creaky, wooden door and his eyes widened.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he said, stunned, as he moved to the side to let Olivia in. "It's nothing, uh, I mean, you guys probably have this great room..."

Olivia looked around and smiled. "It's a great room," she said, trailing her fingers along a bookshelf in the corner.

Elliot walked over to his stereo and was about to turn off the music, when she turned to him. "No, leave it on," she said, quickly.

"Okay," Elliot answered, backing away from the player. "What are you, uh, how did you know where I..."

"Kathy told me," Olivia said, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry about the way my mother treated you. It's really me, it has to do with..."

"She was right, Baby-Girl! People here treat me like I'm nothing because I am nothing," Elliot said, running a hand through his hair.

"That's not true!" Olivia shouted. "You're everything!"

Elliot laughed. "You don't understand the way it is for someone like me! Last month I was eating canned beans in a desert to stay alive, I cmoe home and find out my parents don't give a shit anymore, and this month women are shoving diamonds and hundred-dollar bills in my pockets! It doesn't make sense to me, but I'm balancing on shit, here, Baby-Girl, and I could fall into a huge pile any second. Your mother was right!"

"Elliot," Olivia said, walking over to him, "It doesn't have to be that way! It'll get better! You wanna be cop? Do it! What's stopping you?"

Elliot shook his head in disbelief. "I've never known anyone like you, Baby-Girl. You think you can make the world better, save people. If someone's lost, you find them. If someone's bleeding, you stitch them up. The only one I haven't seen you try to save is yourself. You put everyone else ahead of you, knowing what it's gonna cost you, that's the fucking bravest thing I've...you're not scared of anything!"

"Me? Are you crazy? I'm scared of everything!" Olivia yelled, looking into his eyes. "I'm scared of what I did, I'm scared of who I am," she said, pausing to breathe, "And most of all, I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling, for the rest of my entire life, the way I feel when I'm with you."

Elliot was speechless. He was so affected by her, then, that he grabbed her and kissed her, passionately. "Dance with me," he whispered against her skin.

"What? here?" Olivia asked, reeling from the kiss.

"Here," Elliot said. "Now." He held her close, dancing with her the way he danced with her at The Grove. Close. Intimate. Dirty. He kissed her as they danced, and Olivia, unsure of what she was doing, but knowing she wanted to do it, ran her hands down his bare chest, fumbling with the buckle of his pants.

"Hmmm," Elliot mumbled into their kiss, pulling back slightly, but Olivia was persistent, telling him this is what she wanted. Elliot, giving in, ran his hands up, under her top, and pulled it over her head, breaking their kiss for only a moment. "So beautiful," he whispered, dropping his head to kiss her neck, then the valley between her breasts, as they danced. Olivia managed to finally push his pants down, out of the way, and Elliot danced them over to the bed, and flattened her out on it, gently tumbling down on top of her. He kissed her, everywhere he could, as he removed the rest of her clothes. He laved each nipple and licked her most intimate areas, kissing each inch of her skin. He held her tight and kissed her, brushed her hair back, and looked into her eyes, silently asking if she was sure she wanted to do this.

"I'm in love with you, Elliot," she said with a nod, looking into his eyes, her fingers laced through his hair.

"I love you...Olivia," he said, using her real name, as he kissed her, deeply, and stretched, pushed, and squeezed, into her. "Oh, my God," he gasped, never having felt anything intense like this before, physically or emotionally. He felt it, as soon as it happened, as he stopped moving, holding her, kissing her, giving her time. "I'm sorry," he said into her ear, "I know that hurt."

"No," she said, "It didn't."

Elliot kissed her again, and began to move, never losing eye-contact.

As they lay there, curled up, together, naked and entangled, he pawed through her hair as her head rested on his chest and he asked, "Before, what did you mean when you said you were afraid of who you are? You're so amazing, you shouldn't be afraid of that."

Olivia sighed, craning her neck to look at him. "I don't really know who I am, Elliot," she said.

Elliot scoffed. "You seem pretty damn secure in..."

"No, I mean, literally," she said, sitting up and pulling the sheet with her.

Elliot raised an eyebrow, pulled the sheet away, smirked and pulled her back into his arms. "I'm listening, Baby-Girl," he said with a kiss.

"Promise you won't think any less of me," she demanded, "Promise me, that when I tell you this, you won't run."

Elliot looked into her eyes, kissed her, and said, "Nothing you could ever do will make me run, Baby-Girl."

Olivia took a deep breath and said, "I have no idea who my father is. My mother was raped, Elliot. That's the only reason I'm here, right now, is because she kept her rapist's baby."

"Woah," Elliot said, softly. "I love you even more now than I did five minutes ago. To come from the place you come from, and be who you are..." he said, shaking his head, "You're incredible."

Olivia bit her lips and chuckled a bit, then allowed herself to be pulled into a long kiss. Elliot rolled her onto her back and slid into her, slowly, making love to her for the second time, keeping the thought in the back of his mind that their time was running out.

A/N: Who's ready for Olivia to stand up to her mother? Elliot gets fired! And, of course, the Sellerman's final dance! THEN...what happens after the summer ends?