AN: I'm going to start writing SVU fanfiction again yay! So if you have any requests (they have to involve Olivia of course) then review or PM me! Enjoy, Mwah!

"Okay Cathleen I'll be home later tonight." Elliot sighed into his phone after being accused of being a bad father once again.

He rushed out a, "Goodnight sweetie, love you." before quickly pressing the end call button in hopes of saving some of his dignity.

Elliot sat his phone on the edge of his desk when Cragen called him into his office.

He jumped up and began walking into Captain's office when his hand hit his phone he abruptly stopped and witnessed the phone slide under a certain detective's desk that was not too happy with him at the moment.

Elliot rushed over to Olivia's desk to retrieve his phone. When he had the phone in hand and was about to get out from under her desk, the chair was snatched out of position and a sultry brunette was placed into it.

"Dammit! Of course this happens. She will probably accuse me of snooping in her desk or something." Elliot thought.

He was under the desk for about fifteen minutes and was about to give up and just take whatever Olivia wanted to throw at him. Just as he was about to touch her stocking-clad leg, an idea came to his mind.

He unlocked his phone and started a text message, "Don't freak out." he typed and sent to Olivia.

He heard the ping of her text tone sound through the room and he also saw her jump slightly.

"What's wrong?" she replied. Short, sweet, and to the point.

"Promise me you won't freak out." He didn't really feel like dealing with another angry female.

"I promise El! now what's wrong?" He read.

"Okay, so I'm kind of under your desk.. but I wasn't snooping! I was getting my phone that slid under your desk."

He heard her laughter fill the squadroom and that put a smile on his face. Her laugh could change the world to him.

"Why didn't you just get out El?" She texted back.

Now it was Elliot's turn to laugh, his excuse sounded more ridiculous now then ever. Olivia moved her chair for him to get out but as soon as he was about to move he was quickly slammed into the very back of her desk, and he came face to face with her knees.

"Olivia, I need to speak with you." Elliot heard Munch say and by the way his chair squeaked he had obviously sat down.

"What the hell Liv?" Elliot texted her not knowing why she did that.

"Really Elliot? What do you think Munch is going to think when you crawl out from underneath my desk?" She had a good point.

Elliot heard bits and pieces of the conversation before zoning out, it was clear he was going to be here a while.

At first he was occupying his mind by thinking of impossible things that could never happen, and wondering what he would do if they did happen. But now the only thing on his mind was Olivia's legs. They were so long and soft.

"Why the hell did she decide to wear a pencil skirt to court today?" Elliot screamed in his mind.

The first touch he brought upon her leg received him a stiff kick in the ribs by Olivia's fuck-me heels.

After the first touch she seemed more inviting being that he was massaging her calfs which must have been killing her after wearing those heels all day.

He was softly kneading the flesh on her right calf and then he dared to venture higher. He could feel Olivia tense at first but then she relaxed. When he got to her inner thigh he heard a very small moan fall out of the brunette's plump lips.

Munch left, something about going to get Chinese food, but they didn't notice. After about an hour of playful teasing by massage they both snapped out of it when munch announced his presence and handed Olivia her lo mein noodles.

"Thanks Munch." He heard her whisper out.

"Are you okay Olivia?" Munch asked, "You seem kind of hot."

"Yeah.. yeah I'm fine, just not feeling good." She concluded and started eating her noodles once again. She knew what was wrong with her, and she could feel the pool of wetness seeping through her underwear.

Elliot started again while Olivia was eating her food. This time he was a little less subtle with his actions. He placed one hand on each leg and moved them open as far as they would go causing Olivia to choke on her drink. He chuckled quietly and began running his hands on the inside of her legs starting at the knee.

He could see her red lace panties soaked with juices that he couldn't wait to taste. When his hand reached their destination he ripped through her stockings causing Olivia to lightly kick him in the shoulder, he would be paying for that one later.

He rubbed two fingers up and down her panties and putting pressure on her clit through the fabric. He stayed at a slow, steady speed the whole time he was teasing her. He saw her hips buck and realized she was ready for him.

The best he could do in the compromising position he found himself in was using only his hand. He was confident though, he does have magic fingers. With one hand he pulled her panties to the side and with the other he spread her lips and blew on her sensitive areas. This time he heard a very noticeable moan escape her mouth.

"Are you sure you're okay Olivia?" Munch queried.

"Yes, I'm fine, good food is all." She quickly and breathlessly told him.

Elliot circled her clit with his fingers before applying just enough pressure to leave her wanting more. Her hips bucked again, and again, and again. He took that as a sign to get on with the show.

Elliot started with one finger, his middle, and slowly pushed it into her, she was soaking wet and obviously ready for something bigger than his fingers. That would have to wait until they were alone somewhere.

He took out his one finger and plunged in two.

Olivia managed to cough over her moan. she didn't need John asking so many questions.

Elliot went to work. He was pumping and curling his fingers in all the right places. He could feel Olivia climaxing.

Olivia's head was on her desk. "John?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yes Olivia?" He knew something was wrong with her.

"I need you to leave, now. Don't ask questions just go."

Munch looked down at his food, "but I-"

"Go!" Olivia shouted.

John scurried out of the squadroom without a second thought leaving Olivia and Elliot to be the last two people there.

"Fuck Elliot!" Olivia screamed after John left.

"You like that Liv? Hm?" Elliot teased.

"Holy shite, I'm coming!" Olivia let out a throaty moan as she tightened around Elliot's fingers.

"Dammit Elliot!" Olivia shot him a dirty look.

"Oh come on, you loved it." He smiled back at her.

She laughed and pulled him up for a kiss. "My place, it's closer."

"Okay good idea" Elliot rushed to get his things and they met at the car.

What neither of them knew was that John knew Elliot was under the desk the whole time.