As always, thank you for your reviews… Here is the long-awaited (by some) accounting of how Elliot 'collects' – Definitely 'M' rated…

"Me too, baby. He hesitated a moment. "Uh, I'm 'collecting' after dinner, Liv," he informed her with a soft chuckle.

"Mmmm. Okay." she mumbled sleepily.

"And Liv… I want you to show me your vibrator, baby," he growled.

Olivia was silent for so long, Elliot wondered if she'd fallen asleep. "Liv…?"

"Uh… Which one, El? Which vibrator? I've got… several."

The woman was gonna kill him.

Chapter 4

Olivia's mind wandered as she finished vacuuming and put the cleaner away. She'd seldom tackled this much housework at one time, and she shook her head bemusedly at the affect Elliot Stabler was having on her. She grudgingly admitted there was another reason she'd kept herself so busy: She missed him terribly… It was the first day she'd thought wistfully about what might be happening at the precinct, knowing it would be the kind of distraction that could keep her mind occupied and off Elliot for a few hours—although, she wasn't entirely certain Don Cragen would allow her to come back after she told him about the blackout… at least not until her doctors cleared her. But she'd be back there soon enough, and she was determined to enjoy the time left of her much-needed sabbatical.

She could hardly wrap her head around all that had transpired in the past week. It seemed she'd lived a life-time in the span of seven days. It was incredible to think that one short week ago she'd been, for her, seriously involved with David—and now here she was with Elliot—in a committed relationship. It was mind-boggling, and she chose to not dwell on it.

Instead, she surveyed her handiwork, looking around the freshly scrubbed and tidied apartment while running a mental checklist: Kitchen—done; Bathroom—done; Laundry—done; Bedroom—done. Everything was done. She had just enough time left to go to the market, and get back to dress for their evening.

She remembered with relief that Elliot was bringing dinner, because she was pretty sure she wouldn't have had time to prepare it. Besides, there was no point in encouraging him to think there was any hope of 'domesticating' Olivia Benson… "Never gonna happen," she said out loud, shaking her head as she grabbed her list, keys, and phone, and headed out the door.

Shopping had taken longer than she'd planned, and Olivia quickly put away the last of the groceries, and headed into the bathroom to run her bath. After regulating the water temperature, she made her way to the bedroom and knelt down in front of her bureau, opening the bottom drawer. She reached toward the back of the drawer and pulled out a black case. Standing, she set it on the end of her bed, and lifted the cover. Inside, the case was divided into sections encased in black velvet, each section holding one, of an array of vibrators in various sizes, shapes and colors.

She recollected with amusement Elliot's intrigue when he'd learned she had one, but how relieved he'd been that she wasn't using it, when he'd called her later… And then his insistence that she show it to him tonight. She shook her head. "Men really never matured beyond adolescence—at least when it came to sex," she thought. She was curious to see his reaction when he discovered she had seven. She lifted one out of the case, but remembered she hadn't laid out her outfit for the evening… She replaced it carefully and went over to the closet.

Flipping through her wardrobe, she quickly found the two-piece loungewear she'd decided on… It was a lovely cut of silk—filmy and flowing, in a rich creamy shade that complimented her coloring. The cowl neck draped loosely in front, low enough to accentuate her cleavage, and the voluminous harem-style pants were slung low, revealing just enough of her hips to tantalize. She could be comfortable and sexy she mused—satisfied with her selection. She took it off the hanger, crossed to her bureau and opened a top drawer, pulling out a bra that would match—satiny and low-cut. She carried the outfit into the bathroom, to check on her rapidly-filling tub.

Elliot stood in front of Olivia's door, carefully balancing the bundles he was carrying, trying not to drop anything as he searched his pocket for his key. Kathy had asked if he could drop Eli off at 4:30 instead of 5:00, so he was a little earlier than expected. He'd knocked, to no avail, and didn't have the patience to stand out here in the hall juggling the makings of their dinner, while he pounded on the door. He managed to find the key, and unlocked and opened the door… After stepping inside he nudged it shut with his foot, and headed into the kitchen, setting his burdens on the table. He went back to lock the door and removed his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack.

Returning to the kitchen, he placed the still-thawing lasagna on the counter, along with French bread and wine. He put the salad greens and dressing in the refrigerator. Moving nimbly around the kitchen, he drew plates, wine glasses, cutlery, and napkins from the cupboards and drawers and quickly arranged them on the table in a setting for two.

He stepped back to inspect his efforts, and looked around for any sign of Olivia, figuring she was probably in the shower. He moved around the rooms, noticing how spotless and tidy everything was, and grinned to himself—wondering if she'd done it to impress him. As he got closer to the bathroom, he recognized the unmistakable sound of a hair blower—a sound he knew well, having lived in a house with four women. He was anxious to see her and couldn't wait to take her in his arms, but he understood the wisdom of not disturbing a woman who was in the middle of styling her hair—knowing from past experience it seldom ended well.

It was a little early to put the lasagna in to heat, so he decided to make himself comfortable, and stretch out on her bed while he waited. He stepped into the bedroom, completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him still resting on the end of her bed—right where she'd left them. He was sure she must have heard his gasp, as he stared in wonder at the contents of the black case. It wasn't that Elliot had never seen a vibrator, but he'd never had an up-close and personal encounter with one—and now, laid before him were seven—one for every day of the week, he mused, his eyes lighting up. He noted they were all different, and vividly colored. A few of them were different sized replicas of a penis, with surprisingly authentic detail… The others were varying sizes and angles, but all were phallic in shape. A couple of them had smaller appendages attached, apparently for clitoral stimulation.

As Elliot continued to peruse Olivia's collection, he envisioned her using them, and felt his knees go weak, and his cock stir. There was no doubt in his mind what he wanted from Olivia this evening. He chose one of the vibrators from the case—metallic magenta in color—sleek, but bulbous at the end—with an attachment. He gingerly picked it up, checking to be sure the batteries weren't low, and placed it on Olivia's pillow. He carefully closed the case and tucked it under the bed.

Elliot scanned the bedroom… Stepping to the window, he closed the blinds. He looked around until he found matches and quickly lit the candles scattered around the room, casting a warm glow. He decided to turn on the lamp beside the bed, too… He had no intention of missing a thing.

Taking off his shoes and socks, he placed them neatly by the door, and dragged the only chair in the room—a comfortable lounger—closer to the bed, positioning it at a strategic angle. He then sat down to wait.

Moments later he heard the bathroom door open. His jaw dropped as Olivia came into view… She was a vision of loveliness, appearing almost ethereal in her loosely flowing garb, and bare feet—the candlelight making shadows dance behind her on the wall. He continued to stare, incapable of speech until he realized she'd spoken to him. "Jesus, Olivia," he rasped. "You look gorgeous, baby."

He stood up and crossed the room, taking her in his arms and drawing her to him. The filmy material enveloping her soft curves felt good in his arms, quickly pushing his senses into overdrive. Her hair was falling in soft curls around her shoulders and he reached to touch it as he gazed into her eyes. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her, tenderly at first, but his passion was roused… He fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. His mouth became demanding and he grazed his teeth over her bottom lip, begging her for more. She opened willingly, her tongue seeking his—and he was sure he could never get enough of this beautiful woman.

Olivia was slightly unnerved by the unexpected scene in her bedroom, but hadn't had time to dwell on it, since Elliot was intent on devouring her… Not that she was complaining—she'd missed him far too much, and being in his arms was her version of heaven. Just as she was becoming light-headed, he let her up for air. "Elliot," she gasped, trying to catch her breath, "you're early…"

"Yeah—and I'm making up for lost time, baby… God, I missed you," he groaned, as he ravaged her mouth once more. "And I'm here to collect on a debt," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. "I believe your exact words were 'anything I want for as long as I want it,' and I know what I want, baby," he growled. The glint in his eye was dangerous, and Olivia swallowed nervously.

"I thought you were 'collecting' after dinner," she murmured.

"I was, but you should be more careful what you leave lying around, Benson. His tone was accusatory—his expression, cocky and sure. "You got me worked up baby, and now you gotta do somethin' about it..."

"Oh." Realization dawned, as he pulled her in for another scorching kiss. When he freed her lips, she looked up at him. "And what exactly is it that you want, Detective Stabler?" she purred, grinding her hips against him, suggestively.

He groaned, his eyes dark with desire. He reached both hands down and cupped her ass pulling her to him, showing her two could play this game—and he was more than ready. He held her in an iron grip, tight against his arousal—not allowing her to move as he lowered his mouth to her ear. "You're not running this show, baby… I'm in charge tonight." The deep vibrations from his voice, his hot breath on her neck, and the pressure of his hard cock tight against her, sent shock waves straight through to her core, leaving her dripping and weak with desire. "The first thing I want you to do is take off my clothes—everything but my boxers. Then I'm gonna sit in the chair—ringside—and watch you perform for me, Olivia… I'll tell you what I want, as we go."

Olivia was so turned on she didn't think she'd be able to stand once he took his hands off her, much less be capable of carrying out his commands—and she was pretty sure she was going to swoon. She'd always wondered how that could happen: How could a woman become so overwhelmed with a man's kiss or touch that she fainted…? She'd always scoffed at the notion—quite certain that the women who were overcome in such a way belonged to a group she categorized as 'ninnies.' Who knew it had been the 'Elliot Stablers' of the world—down through the ages—who were responsible for this phenomenon?

"I don't want you to touch me, Liv… just take my clothes off. Okay?"

She realized he was asking her a question and she managed to mumble, "Okay…," not quite certain what he'd asked or what she'd agreed to…

Elliot slowly released his grip on her ass and lazily dragged his hands up to her hips—his thumbs teasing at the bare skin just above her pants line. "Come on, baby," he breathed into her ear. "Start taking my clothes off… But remember, don't touch me." He lowered his head and grazed his lips along her neck, while she moved her hands to the buttons of his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the first few, until she regained her equilibrium.

She'd managed to relieve him of his shirt, tee shirt, and belt, and he stood there, his glorious physique taunting her in her already aroused state, as she knelt before him, working the zipper of his fly. She'd pulled the zipper down and was tugging on his pants while he watched her, his eyes half closed… The smug grin on his face was beginning to irritate her, and she decided to exercise a little control of her own. She could see his erection through the material of his boxers. Disregarding his instructions to not touch him, she stroked her nails over the fabric, connecting with his hardening cock—causing him to hiss. She smiled up at him, feigning innocence.

Before she could move, he grabbed her wrist and jammed her hand to his crotch, holding it there, reflexively thrusting into it. His eyes smoldered as he looked accusingly down at her. "Oooh, baby…" he growled. He released her hand and hauled her up, pulling her roughly into his chest. "…you're in so much trouble." He wrapped his hands in her hair and slammed his lips to hers. When he'd taken what he wanted, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. "You so hate to follow orders, Benson… This is killing you, isn't it," he smirked. Olivia met his eyes and raised her eyebrows, but refused to comment. Instead she looked down at his pants that lay pooled around his feet. "If you'll step out of your pants, I'll take them for you," she said, keeping her voice low and sultry. Elliot did as she suggested, and then seated himself comfortably in the chair, while Olivia gathered his clothes, neatly folding them and setting them out of the way.

"Come over here, baby… Sit on my lap and I'll tell you what I want next." Olivia did as he requested, giving him a sexy smile and settling between his legs. She perched gingerly on his knee—keeping her feet on the floor and her hands to herself, lest she be accused of 'not following orders.' He ran one hand through her hair, letting it rest on the back of her neck, kneading gently, while he reached up under the gauzy material of her blouse with the other… He skimmed his fingers over the strips of satin that covered her breasts until he felt her nipples peak, causing her to gasp—and increasing the pressure in his groin. "I want you to strip for me, Liv…" He'd dropped his voice to a husky whisper. "Nice and slow… And throw your clothes to me, as you take them off."

Olivia could feel a blush creep across her chest and travel up her neck, taking residence on her cheeks. She didn't mind if he saw her naked—god knows she'd been without clothes a good portion of the last several days—and she wasn't self-conscious about her body. But she wasn't an exhibitionist, and she didn't enjoy flaunting herself. Goddamn him! She'd thought he'd ask for a blowjob and be done with it. She'd created a monster… She made a mental note to be careful what she offered in the future.

Rising from his lap, she walked a few feet away and turned to face him. She slowly pulled her arms out of her sleeves and his eyes lit up as he watched her languidly push the top up and over her head, leaving her hair in sexy disarray. She reached up, stretching her torso and lifting her arms to throw the garment to him—the motion enhancing the already generous cleavage overflowing her flimsy bra. His eyes darkened as she leisurely reached around and unclasped the hooks, allowing her breasts to spill out of the scanty material, her nipples peaking in tight buds. She heard him groan as she tossed it in the direction of the chair, and he lunged, catching it… He smiled into her eyes as he rubbed the satiny fabric against his face, breathing in the scent of her perfume that lingered there.

Still facing him, she reached her hands behind her to lower the zipper on her pants. Placing a hand on either side, she pushed the silky material down and off her hips, shimmying as she lowered them to the floor, her breasts jiggling with the motion. She twisted, just enough for Elliot to get a glimpse of her luscious ass, revealing she was wearing no panties. She turned and straightened, exposing the dark triangle between her long legs and heard him gasp. Turning once more, she bent over to pick up the pants—taking her time to be sure he could enjoy the view—eliciting a throaty growl. She sauntered over to the chair and dropped the silky garment, watching it drape over his magnificent chest as it fell.

She stood before him and he gazed up at her voluptuous body, his eyes glazing as they slowly raked over her. He sought her face, and looked into her eyes. His voice was hoarse and his speech thick, as he tried to talk through the desire that was consuming him. "My god, Olivia, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen…" He visibly struggled to not reach out and touch her, knowing all restraint would be lost. Clearing his throat, he fought to bring himself under control. When he finally spoke his voice was rasping—but steady. "Go lie down on the bed."

Olivia slowly moved toward the end of the bed, and lowered herself until she was sitting on it. She lifted her feet up pushing herself away from the edge, gracefully scooting backwards to move further up on the bed. Elliot watched her, marveling at the poise with which she moved her gorgeous body, the finely toned muscle moving fluidly under her honeyed skin, thinking of all the times they'd been in the field when her life and sometimes his own, depended on her ability to move her body quickly and confidently. His mind wandered, and he could feel his cock twitching as he remembered the many times when they'd been partners, that he'd wondered what that body looked like under her clothes.

He cleared his throat, again—trying to focus, knowing if he didn't discipline himself and rein in his thoughts, he'd never be able to keep his hands off her. "You'll find one of your vibrators on your pillow, Olivia… I want you to show me what you can do with it, baby." He leaned forward, his eyes glittering and his voice guttural. "And then I'm gonna show you what I can do without it."

Olivia shivered at his words, the ache between her legs intensifying—reminding her how ready she was for his touch and how much she needed him to take her—and take her hard. She was intrigued by his challenge, but hesitant about the performance he was requesting from her. "El," she whispered, almost pleading. "I ca…"

"Yes you can, baby. You said 'anything,'" he reminded her. "And you always pay your, debts… Remember?" It was obvious he wasn't going to let her renege on her promise. "Do exactly what you'd do if I weren't here," he instructed, his voice low— seductive. "I know you need it, baby. I can see how wet you are from here."

Olivia groaned. Goddamn him! If he wanted a show, she'd give him one… She'd show him exactly what she could do with a vibrator.

She lay down, bending one leg at the knee and leaving the other flat on the bed—making certain Elliot had a good view. She traced the fingers of her left hand lightly over her breasts, stopping to tweak her nipples, rolling the already hardened nubs between her thumb and forefinger, as she moaned softly. She reached the other hand above her head, searching for the 'prop' Elliot had selected. Her fingers connected and she wrapped them around the magenta cylinder, drawing it to her. She inspected it, smirking when she saw which one he'd chosen—not surprised that it wasn't one of the penis-shaped models—or that it had a clitoral attachment. It was one of her favorites.

Elliot was mesmerized by her actions, concentrating on not missing a moment. He wanted to see every expression on her face, and memorize each movement she made. His erection had become painful, and it took all the willpower he had to not reach down and stroke himself—but he was determined to save everything for her. He groaned quietly as she inspected the vibrator and then laid it by her side.

She moved her right hand to her stomach, slowly inching it lower until she reached her mound… She stroked gently, her other hand continuing to manipulate her breasts—squeezing, kneading, and pinching the fully aroused buds, causing Elliot to shift in his seat, attempting to get comfortable around his pulsing cock.

Olivia's fingers teased the damp curls at her center. She languorously stretched her legs, and then bent them at the knee, letting them fall open to reveal her pink, wet slit. Elliot groaned, entertaining the idea of abandoning his plan, and taking her before he exploded.

Olivia moved her hand from her breasts to her mouth, caressing her lips with her index finger… Her mouth was slightly parted, and he could see the tip of her tongue as she ran it over her lips, while the fingers on her other hand continued to tantalize and rub her slit. She sucked her finger slowly into her mouth… At the same time, she dipped a finger between her slick folds, sliding it in—then slipped in a second finger and moved them, in and out—her hips matching the motion. Her eyes were hooded, the fringe of her lashes fluttering softly as they closed, and a low moan escaped.

Elliot was mesmerized, and pretty sure he wasn't going to live through this display. The discomfort in his balls was acute, but he didn't want to miss anything—so he ignored it. He was hard pressed to decide where to focus. He already knew she was the hottest, sexiest woman he'd ever encountered, but what she was doing tonight was going to blow his mind: This wasn't some porn star writhing on the bed, pleasuring herself for money or a bit part in some sleazy movie… This was Olivia Benson—his street-tough partner of twelve years—and this performance was for him alone. He was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet—if he lived through it!

Olivia was quickly reaching a greater state of arousal and knew it was time to move the 'show' along: She reached for the vibrator with her left hand, while slowly pulling her fingers, now slick with her own juices, from her wet core… She brought them to her mouth, licking each one with her pink tongue, moaning as she tasted herself. When she'd finished, she brought them back down to her center and spread her glistening folds. She inserted just the tip of the vibrator, whimpering softly at the new sensation.

Elliot groaned—the sound drawn from deep in his throat. "Goddamn, Olivia… You're so fucking hot," he grated. His knuckles were white from gripping the chair to keep from reaching out to touch her.

Olivia gently pushed the device deeper. Elliot watched, entranced, as it disappeared—swallowed by her hot center, the appendage on the top connecting with her clit. She slowly slid it in and out, moaning his name… Her hips bucked as she increased her pace. Knowing she was close, she switched the device on… It hummed quietly as it vibrated, her hips moving in rhythm to her thrusts. She could feel herself start to clench around the device as the vibrations and the onslaught to her clit combined to draw her to the edge. She was ready: She made a final plunge, holding it deep inside as her walls clenched around it, the attachment pulsating against her clit. Her back arched and her head thrashed against the bed… His name tore from her lips in a guttural scream, and she lifted her hips off the bed as her orgasm blasted through her.

Before the spasms had subsided, Elliot was out of the chair and at her side, pulling her into his arms. He pushed her hands away and gently removed the vibrator from her core. Lifting it to his lips, he licked her juices from the cylinder and placed his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply—sharing her essence. "Baby, that was beautiful," he rasped… his voice hoarse and full of desire. He thought he might pass out if he didn't take her soon.

Olivia's eyes fluttered open and she smiled sexily up at him. "You liked that, huh…?"

"Olivia, you're gonna fucking kill me, you're so goddamned sexy… But now I'm gonna make you vibrate, baby—and I don't need any damn batteries, he growled, grinning down at her."

Dinner had been served much later than planned, but now dishes were done, food was stored in the fridge and the kitchen was clean. Elliot rubbed his tummy and picked up their glasses and grabbed the remaining wine. "Hey, Liv… Let's take our wine and sit on the couch while we digest our dinner," he suggested. "I actually want to talk to you about something." They made their way to the Living Room and he placed the wine on the coffee table and settled into the corner of the couch, pulling Olivia into his arms.

"This is a good idea," she groaned. "I can barely move, after that meal." She leaned in to him, resting her head on his chest. "That was delicious, El. When did you learn to cook, Stabler…? I don't remember you cooking real meals—other than breakfast… Unless barbecue counts," she snickered.

Elliot raised his eyebrows, feigning offense at her words. "This—from the 'take-out queen…'?" he huffed. "I had to learn… It was self-preservation once I was on my own." He pulled her to him, caressing her curves and burying his nose in her hair, appreciating that after the thirty-six hours they'd spent apart, she was back in his arms.

"Hmmm... Funny—it never had that affect on me," she commented drily. "I firmly believe in supporting your local take-out joint."

"Yeah… and you're very dedicated to the cause." He grinned, placing kisses in her hair.

She looked up, smirking at him, and kissed along his jaw line. "What did you want to talk about, El."

He leaned back into the corner, getting comfortable, while managing to keep his arms wrapped securely around her. "I know I haven't said anything about what I'm doing—career-wise, but I want to tell you about some of my tentative plans… I say 'tentative' because I'm still waiting to hear back from the Academy at Quantico."

TBC

Thank you for reading! See you next week with Chapter 5