A/N: Well, folks, here it is, the fourth and final chapter; by far the longest of the bunch. My apologies if it's a tad too lengthy, but, as you'll see when you read it, there didn't seem to be any appropriate place to split it in two! ;-)

To all of my wonderful reviewers, followers and "favoriters," thanks a million for sticking with me through my first attempt at writing SVU fan fiction.

RATING/WARNING: This chapter is rated hard M for explicit sexual/adult content and language. Not work-safe, and definitely not for under-age readers!

CHAPTER 4

Elliot and Olivia showcased their acrobatic skills by managing to reach her bedroom injury-free while remaining fused at the lips and stripping each others' clothes off. When she felt the footboard of her bed against the back of her legs, she let herself fall freely onto the mattress, wearing nothing but a pair of white, cotton bikini panties and a sexy smile.

When he finally finished kicking off his jeans, he crawled over her with a predatory gleam in his blue eyes, sending shivers of anticipation skittering through her body. His gaze roamed appreciatively over her lithe curves, taking a long pause at the puckered tips of her full breasts, before landing on her skivvies.

"I'm really loving the undies, Liv," he quipped before nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. He'd never thought of white, cotton panties as particularly erotic on a woman, but on Olivia, they made his mouth water. Not that that was the least bit surprising - the woman could wear a potato sack and still make his dick swell.

"Wasn't planning … on … ending up … in bed," she gasped in reply. His lips had moved to that bone-melting spot behind her ear, making it exceedingly difficult for her to form complete sentences. He lifted his head from her neck to respond, leaving her feeling oddly bereft.

"I really mean it, Liv," he answered, running his finger along the elastic at her hip. "These are really sexy on you … they do amazing things to your already incredible ass."

"Who knew?" she smirked. "So, are you going to spend the whole night complimenting my choice of lingerie, or -"

"Impatient, aren't we?"

"I just don't believe in wasting time when I see what I want right in front of me."

Gotta love a take-charge woman, Elliot thought. He'd always imagined that Olivia might have an assertive streak in bed, and damn if it didn't turn him the fuck on.

"Well, I see many things I want right in front of me" - his eyes raked hungrily over her body - "starting with these," he said just before he homed in on her breasts. He drew slow circles around one of the smooth, plump mounds with his tongue, gradually closing in on its stiff peak, while using his fingertips to stimulate its counterpart.

"God, El," she moaned as fiery bolts of pleasure streaked from her breasts to her needy core. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him to her, while her other hand stroked up and down the rippling muscles of his back.

Elliot took his sweet time lavishing attention on Olivia's magnificent tits, switching his hands and mouth between them every-so-often. He'd dreamed of this experience for far too long to rush through it like some over-sexed teenager.

She marveled at the fact that he appeared to be in no hurry to move things along, seemingly content to continue his prolonged playing with her boobs, humming his enjoyment as he went. Not that she had any objection. While her previous lovers had certainly appreciated her breasts, they'd only seen them as an entertaining diversion on the way to the ultimate goal below her belt. And in their anxious quest to get into her panties, they'd totally missed out on the fact that having her breasts kissed and caressed drove Olivia absolutely crazy. No such problems for Elliot, who seemed to know innately where and how to touch her to turn her into a blazing inferno of sexual need.

Still, the sudden orgasm that slammed into Olivia like a runaway train caught her completely off-guard, ripping a scream from her throat.

"Shit, El, I'm … oh fuck!" she yelled, as her climax tore through her in undulating waves of bliss. One hand held his head to her breast in a vice grip, while the fingernails of her other hand scratched along his back. Elliot grunted approvingly, enjoying the bite of pleasurable pain as she marked him.

Once Olivia's shouts had turned into whimpers of contentment, he released her nipple with an audible pop and raised his eyes to hers.

"Wow," Olivia panted, still a bit out-of-breath from her climax.

"Yeah, wow," Elliot repeated. He was totally in awe of the lazy, sated expression gracing her gorgeous face. "Did you just -"

"Yeah -"

"Just from me kissing your -"

"Yep," she affirmed. "They've always been very sensitive."

She couldn't help but giggle at the cocky smile that broke over his face right then.

"Good to know," he replied. She could see the wheels turning in his head as he stored that bit of info in his "How-To-Get-Olivia-Off" memory bank.

"Smug sonofabitch," she laughed, giving him a playful smack on the chest. But she was still so boneless from her orgasm that it was more like a weak tap.

"You know you love it," he quipped, hoping that wasn't the only thing she loved about him.

"Is there any part of you that's especially sensitive, Stabler?" As if she didn't already know. The appendage in question was making its presence felt by throbbing insistently against her thigh.

"As a matter-of-fact, now that you mention it, there is this one body part of mine that could really use some TLC right now." Elliot dropped his eyes down to his crotch, confirming the obvious.

"Well, I'd say that warrants a thorough investigation," Olivia teased. He eagerly lifted his ass off the bed to help her get his boxers off, and then she slid down his body, stopping when she came face-to-face with his rampant cock. "Hmm, looks more like three body parts to me." She gently cupped his balls to underscore her point, eliciting a stimulated groan from the willing object of her ministrations.

Encouraged by his reaction, she leaned forward and slowly licked up his length as if he were an ice cream cone on a hot day, and then took him in her warm, wet mouth.

"Sweet Jesus, Liv," Elliot hissed. He silently thanked God that they were lying on the bed, since he was pretty sure his knees would've buckled if he'd been standing.

She licked and sucked his cockhead with gusto before inching him deeper and deeper into her mouth, until he could feel himself brushing her tonsils. The sensation was so unbelievable that it took everything he had in him not to grab her head and ram himself down her throat.

"Oh God, baby, that feels …," he began, choking on the rest of his sentence when she encircled the base of his dick in a firm grip while cradling his sac in the other hand. Between the bobbing of her head and the rubbing of her soft hands, she soon established a rhythm that had him seeing stars.

Elliot couldn't believe what was happening. Had he been capable of controlling his muscles, he would've pinched himself to make sure this wasn't a dream. Olivia Benson, his partner and best friend - not to mention his living, breathing fantasy-girl - was going down on him. Her pillowy lips were wrapped around his cock, and she was working it over like she couldn't get enough of him. Holy. Shit. The thought alone made his balls clench and lift, and his thighs began to tremble. He had to grit his teeth so hard to keep from prematurely shooting off down her throat, that he damn near broke a jaw.

He reached down and gently cupped her chin, trying to pull her off him before he embarrassed himself. But Liv was having none of it. On the contrary, she slid her mouth further down onto him, humming with pleasure as she greedily gobbled up his dick. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He was about to lose it like some callow youngster getting his first blow-job.

Tightening his grip on her chin, he tried again. "Liv, baby, you're really gonna have to stop that," he pleaded. The genuine desperation in his tone caught her attention and she glanced up at him, letting his shaft slip from her mouth in the process. He almost came unglued at the hungry look in her big, brown eyes. Almost.

"In case you couldn't tell, I was kind of enjoying myself there," she protested with a playful pout.

That was the understatement of the year, thought Olivia. She hadn't just enjoyed giving Elliot head, she'd relished it. She'd never had a problem with going down on a man, and sometimes she'd even found the sense of power she got from having her lover totally at her mercy, to be a bit of a turn-on. But taking Elliot in her mouth had been an experience far beyond her wildest imagination. The way he'd smelled, all earthy and male, the salty taste of his precum, the way his cock had twitched in her mouth, the way the dusky mushroom-head had seemed to beg for her lips and tongue, and the unbelievably sexy sounds he'd made, had driven her out of her mind with lust. Her panties - which had been damp from the moment she'd caught him eyeing her breasts during the movie - were now completely saturated.

"Sorry to be a killjoy," he replied, breaking her out of her brief reverie. "But if you'd kept on doing that for three seconds longer, this experience would've been over a lot sooner than either of us wants. As great as that felt, I've waited too long for this moment to have it end in your mouth. I wanna be deep inside you when I come."

Olivia's pussy gave an enthusiastic throb at Elliot's admission. "Well, if you put it that way, I suppose you do have a point," she conceded with mock reluctance.

"Besides, turnabout is fair play," he said, before making his way down her body, taking several detours on the way to savor her satiny skin. "We never did have dessert, and I'm craving something sweet," he continued with a naughty wink. When he reached his intended destination, he leaned in and pressed his face against her through the soaked cotton of her panties, inhaling deeply and smearing her copious fluids on his nose.

"God, El," she whined. She was too turned on by what he was doing to form any more words.

"As much as I dig them, it's time to lose the skivvies, Liv. They're kind of standing in my way."

She compliantly lifted her hips off the mattress and allowed him to slide her bikini briefs off her long legs. He tossed them indifferently over his shoulder, too focused on what was underneath them to care where they landed. For several loaded seconds, his eyes were greedily glued to her waxed slit before he bent to sample her taste.

Elliot lapped at her pink, creamy folds, groaning as her unique flavor exploded on his tongue, instantly addictive. Soon, his lips joined the party, sucking at her pussy as if it were a ripe fruit. He stuck his tongue into her welcoming heat, trying to draw as much of her musky, honeyed essence into mouth as he could. Honestly, he could drown in her juices and die a happy man.

"Goddamn, Liv, you taste amazing," he ground out between licks and sucks. "I could eat you all night long." His erotic words caused her scorching channel to pulse around his tongue. His granite-hard dick jerked in answer and he ground himself into the mattress, trying to ease the pleasurable ache in his heavy balls.

Olivia uttered a constant stream of whimpers and moans, along with some well-placed curses, as Elliot continued to gorge himself on her weeping core. When he added one, then two, fingers to the mix, she knew she was a goner.

"Christ, El!" she keened as she felt herself hurtling toward a massive explosion. "Don't stop; don't ever stop … I'm so close!" Elliot curled his fingers up against her G-spot and sucked on her swollen clit, sending her flying over the edge.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled, feeling her womb clench in ecstasy. Ripples of fiery pleasure radiated from her core, sending her body into a frenzy. Her clit throbbed incessantly against his wicked, talented tongue as her pussy rhythmically gripped the digits inside, sending a rush of liquid release into his palm.

Elliot kept his mouth against her throughout her intense climax, gradually easing the suction of his lips and slowing the movement of his fingers as her screams quieted. After planting a final kiss on her nether lips, he raised his head and let his eyes roam over her blissfully boneless form sprawled out on the bed. When the blinding, orgasmic flashes behind her eyes finally cleared enough for her to open them, she met his gaze. His face glistened with her slippery fluids, making her clit twinge at the memory of how they'd gotten there.

He slipped his broad shoulders out from under her thighs and crawled back up the mattress until they were face-to-face. "I want you to know how delicious you taste, Liv," he breathed just before latching onto her mouth, sharing the juices on his lips and tongue with her. Olivia moaned into the kiss, enjoying the erotic flavor of Elliot coupled with her own essence.

"Jesus, El," she said, when the power of speech had returned. "That was incredible."

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine," he replied, giving her the cocky grin that never failed to make her weak in the knees. "But who said I was finished?"

With Olivia's shocked - but willing - gasp still ringing in his ears, he coasted down her body and settled himself back between her still-outstretched thighs, determined to make her come again, at least once more. Elliot wasn't one to brag about having the biggest package in the locker room, but he knew what he was working with. Because of his large size, Kathy had always hesitated to take him fully when they'd had sex, and she'd never failed to remind him that he could hurt her if he wasn't absolutely careful. He supposed it hadn't helped that their marriage had never been a passionate one, even at the beginning, much less in its final, tense years. He didn't want to cause Liv the slightest bit of pain, so he needed her completely open, wet, and begging to have him inside her before he allowed himself the privilege of entering her body.

Olivia had never considered herself a multi-orgasmic woman, at least not without some battery-operated assistance. One good orgasm - two, on extremely rare occasions - and she'd be down for the count. But with seemingly little effort and a whole lot of relish, Elliot had her writhing, crying out and coming against his face twice more in a matter of minutes, thanks to his oral expertise. In short, he reduced her to a quivering, horny mass whose sole focus was to make him fill the empty ache between her legs, and she wasn't above begging to get him to do it.

"Please, El, I need you inside me, now," she pleaded. She reached down and ran her fingers through his dark hair before giving it a gentle tug, trying to pull him up beside her.

Ah, now she's ready, thought Elliot, suppressing a self-satisfied smile. He walked himself up over her body on his hands and knees, giving her a passionate kiss when his lips reached hers. He positioned himself at the entrance to her slit, rubbing the corona against her tender flesh. He was just about to push inside her when he stopped, remembering the matter of birth control.

"I suppose there's no graceful way to have this conversation …," he began.

The sheepish look on his face was so adorable that she couldn't resist planting one on him.

"Don't worry, El, I've been tested … I'm clean … and on the pill," she reassured him in-between pecks. Since her pregnancy scare in college, Olivia had never had unprotected sex. But it seemed like a foregone conclusion that her and Elliot's first time together would be without any barriers. She trusted him that much.

"Me too … about being clean, I mean," he stuttered, too caught up in a fog of lust to be capable of articulate speech.

"I know, El," she smirked. "Now, can we stop talking and get back to where we were? Which, if I recall correctly, was right around here."

No sooner had she uttered those words than she flipped him onto his back, straddling his hips. Before he could process what was happening, she began to sink down onto him, letting out an appreciative moan as she stretched to accommodate his thick length. She was so aroused from his skilled foreplay that he easily slid into her sleek channel.

She felt so incredible that Elliot's eyes nearly crossed. It was a good thing they didn't, though, because the sight of her pussy slowly eating his cock was too good to miss. It was like he was being engulfed by a scorching, moist, velvet cocoon that was tailor-made to fit him.

"Holy fuck, Liv … you feel so tight … so good, baby," he rasped. "Am I hurting you?" he added a few seconds later, concerned when he noticed that she'd stopped moving.

"No, El. I'm just … enjoying how awesome you feel inside me." She felt amazingly full, her partner's cock touching her in hot-spots she'd never even known existed.

She then began a toe-curling pattern of rocking and bouncing on his cock, her snug warmth squeezing and gloving him with every move. Elliot fought the urge to close his eyes against the exquisite pleasure, wanting to watch her as she rode him.

"God, baby, you're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered. She was absolutely stunning in her passion. With her head thrown back, her flushed, tan skin and her unbelievable tits jiggling as she bounced, she was a wet-dream come-to-life. His wet-dream come-to-life.

Craving a taste of her lips, he drew her down to him, grunting approvingly at the feeling of her taut nipples brushing against his chest. He plundered her mouth, his tongue mating furiously with hers until the need for air forced them to pull apart. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her down against his thrusting pelvis and grinding the tuft of hair at the base of his cock against her inflamed clit. He latched onto one of the supple breasts swaying in his face, suckling like he was starved. His right hand left her hip to tease the stiff nubbin capping her other breast, while his left slipped down to squeeze the firm, plump ass that had tormented him for years.

Olivia's rhythm faltered and her movements became more erratic as the unspeakable pleasure buffeted her from all sides. Seizing the opportunity to let his dominant side flex its muscles a little in the bedroom, Elliot flipped them both over until he was blanketing her body with his. He began to thrust slowly and powerfully into her slick, clutching pussy, withdrawing almost completely before slamming in again, drawing a series of shuddering gasps from his ardent partner.

"More, El … deeper," she panted. Eager to comply with her impassioned demand, he draped both her legs over his shoulders, adjusting the angle of his penetration. He paused for an instant, wary of hurting her. Kathy had never been able to take him in this position, so he wanted to give Olivia time to adjust to his length. However, any worries he had were quickly swept away when she grabbed his ass and pulled him into her.

"Is this what you want, Liv?" he rasped, punctuating his question with a thrust so deep that he brushed the neck of her womb.

"Yeah, just like that. Don't stop," she urged.

Encouraged by her breathy moans and her fingernails digging into his rear-end, Elliot continued to pound into her snug, soaked tunnel. He snaked one of his hands between their sweat-dampened bodies, finding her clit and flicking rapidly over the swollen bud. Olivia gave an intoxicated mewl, jerking her pelvis against his and driving his cock even deeper into her. He blindly searched for her mouth, needing to kiss her more than he needed his next breath, and she responded in kind, eating at his lips in-between moans of his name.

Soon, he began to feel the telltale tingling in his balls signaling that he was on the verge of a mind-boggling climax. Wanting her with him when he exploded, he pinched and rubbed on her clit, seeking to nudge her into bliss. Her response was instantaneous: Her pussy began to flutter, feeling like a million warm, wet fingers stroking his dick, and her thighs tensed against his torso. She was coiled so tight that she was going to blow any second.

"Come for me, Liv. I can feel how close you are, baby. Just let go."

His sexy command triggered an orgasmic chain-reaction of epic proportions. A series of rhythmic contractions began deep in her pussy, so powerful that they almost squeezed Elliot's cock out of her. Her back bowed off the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably as it tried to process the heart-stopping sensations flowing through it.

"Holy fuck! Oh God, Elliot!" she wailed, repeating his name like a mantra. Pinpricks of blinding light exploded behind her closed eyes and then everything went dark. In her climactic haze, Olivia couldn't be completely sure, but she thought she might have blacked out for half-a-second.

Elliot pushed through her exquisite tightness, relishing the vice grip of her pussy sucking at his length, caressing his cockhead like a silken fist. When he felt her cream gushing over his nuts, he lost it.

"Fucking hell!" he roared as his balls convulsed, sending a torrent of hot cum shooting through his dick and spurting into her. Olivia whimpered when she felt his warm seed coating her insides, bathing the entrance to her womb. His ass clenched under her palms, driving his cock into her depths, and he held himself there as he bucked and shuddered through an orgasm that seemed to go on and on.

After awhile, the tremors faded, leaving them both relaxed, boneless, and utterly content. Eventually, Elliot withdrew from her wet warmth and flopped down beside her on the bed, pulling her head to his chest. She willingly complied, purring with pleasure when her cheek rubbed against the fine smattering of hair on his pecs.

"Oh my God, that was …," he began, at a loss for words.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," she quipped. "But seriously, I can't even begin to describe how fantastic that was."

"Hey, I'll settle for 'fantastic' any day," he smiled, returning her tease.

As their bodies cooled, he drew the comforter over their nudity, and soon, he felt his eyelids growing heavy. Olivia's sleepy gaze confirmed that she was in pretty much the same boat.

"We should really get some rest," she suggested. "Because I definitely intend to do this again in the morning."

"Oh really? Is that so?" he queried lightheartedly, enjoying the direction this conversation was going in.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "I'm setting my alarm to wake us up bright and early so we'll have lots of time to screw each other silly before work. And then we'll need to stop by the diner to re-fuel with something appropriately greasy and a boatload of caffeinated goodness before duty calls."

A woman after my own heart, he grinned inwardly.

"God, I love you," he blurted out.

Oh shit. Where the fuck had that come from? Cursing his sudden case of verbal diarrhea, Elliot scrambled for a way to fill the loaded silence that followed his emotional outburst. Olivia looked like a proverbial deer-in-headlights, and he was sure that, at any second, she'd go sprinting to the bathroom and barricade herself in there until he left her apartment.

On the other hand, he was tired of ignoring the thousand-pound gorilla in the living room and sweeping their feelings for each other under the rug for fear of sending her running for the hills. It was time to man-up and let the chips fall where they may. If she shot him down cold, at least he'd know that he'd tried and failed rather than not making the effort at all.

"Can I be brutally honest here, Liv? I don't wanna take it back because I meant what I just said. If you're not ready to hear it, then you're just going to have to deal. But I'm not going to let you run away from this, from us." His confident tone stood in stark contrast to the butterflies in his stomach.

"Relax, El. Do I look like I'm running?" she assured him with a smile. She marveled at the fact that he'd decided to lay all his cards on the table just when she'd had enough of pretending that she only thought of him as a friend. They truly were in sync, in more ways than one, it seemed.

"I plan on staying right here … because I feel the same way," she revealed. She released a deep, cleansing breath, feeling like a huge weight - a ton of denial - was being lifted off her shoulders.

Elliot smiled into her auburn hair, trying to contain his elation. Though she hadn't made a direct admission, she'd let him know that she loved him, and that was enough, at least for now. It was only a matter of time before she uttered the actual words, and he planned on giving her plenty of reasons to say them.

"Well, what now?" she asked, a little unsure about how to navigate this unfamiliar territory.

"I don't have all the answers, Liv, but I think we should definitely pursue this and see where it leads." He secretly hoped that it would lead to them being together permanently. But he kept that little tidbit to himself for now, not wanting to scare her off by laying it on too thick. "I think I'd probably spend the rest of my life wondering 'what if' if we didn't at least explore the connection between us," he explained.

"I know what you mean," she replied. She paused for a beat, then went on. "So does this mean I'm like, your girlfriend now?" She had a teasing glint in her eyes as she gave him a little poke in the ribs.

"I guess it does. We get to date and everything," he chuckled.

Olivia snuggled further into Elliot's chest, relishing the feel of his firm pecs. Just before they were about to slip into dreamland, she spoke.

"El, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything."

"Why now?" she queried.

"I'm not sure what you mean," he cautiously replied, hoping that she wasn't trying to find a reason to backtrack away from what they'd just shared.

"I mean, what brought on this sudden burst of sexy inspiration, tonight of all nights? Not that I'm complaining." She flashed him an impish grin, revealing just how pleased she was by how their evening together had unfolded.

Elliot let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relieved that their conversation wasn't about to take a turn for the worse.

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to kill me," he laughed, his face coloring slightly.

Oooh, this is gonna be good, thought Olivia.

"I hope I don't live to regret this, but okay, El. No need to fear for your life," she agreed, smirking at his discomfiture. She had to admit that it was sort of fun watching her partner squirm. "Spill it."

"To be honest, I've kind of been working up to this for awhile," he began. "Ever since Kathy left me." He'd actually been toying with the idea for much longer than that, but he wisely kept that bit of info under wraps. No point in making Olivia feel like the "other woman," because she really wasn't. She was so much more than that to him.

"But the real kick-in-the-pants for me was that surveillance outfit you were wearing when we bumped into each other at the precinct last week," he admitted. "I mean, you look like sex-on-legs in pretty much everything you wear, Liv. But damn, that blue dress turned me into a blubbering idiot. And don't even get me started on those boots …" The slight flush on his cheeks turned into an outright blush as he remembered his little interlude with himself in the shower.

Elliot looked as red-faced as a teenage boy who'd been caught with his hand down his pants. Olivia put two-and-two together, figuring that something pretty close to that had happened as a result of her wearing that hooker disguise. The thought of him engaging in a little "self-service" - especially while picturing her - was such a turn-on that it caused a tingle low in her belly.

"Is that right?" she smiled.

"Oh yeah. The whole get-up made me wanna to do all kinds of dirty, indecent things to you."

At his words, the tingle in her belly bloomed into a full-on throbbing in her nether regions.

"You don't suppose you could, uh, keep that little outfit for future use, do you? And I'm not talking about in the field," he joked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She playfully elbowed him in the side. "Stabler, does your mind ever leave the gutter?"

"Not when it comes to you, Liv. I can't be around you without wanting to make love to you. And, well, that blue dress just turns me into a total caveman."

"Duly noted," she replied. "Honestly, El, I don't know about the dress, since it's not exactly my style. But I suppose I could be persuaded to make a special exception in this case," she said, giving him a sly smile.

"I'm definitely keeping the boots, though," she continued, unable to suppress a giggle at the trademark Stabler shit-eating grin that broke over his face. It really should be illegal to be that cute. "I have a fantasy of my own starring the two of us buck-naked, your desk, and those boots … "

But that's a whole other story ...

- THE END -

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