AN: Here ye Hear ye- this a beast of a chapter! The fucking titanic of all that is this story. Get some popcorn, make yourself comfortable, cause it's HUGE! Like Bear! So I'll keep this short.

Mariposangel--is an angel and makes me "Hot in here"!! She wrote the end of this little diddy, so please drop her some love. And do check out her stories, they are wonderful little gems.

And secondly...the bell tolls for death. My writing fingers are itching for blood. Next chapter. Hang on- cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride! Brew ha hahahahhahahah!

Also- if you haven't heard Jenny Owen Youngs sing "Hot in Here" do it- It is so much better then the original. Well, in my warped opinion.

The Calm Under the Wave

I spent most of the night starring at the ceiling. Elliot's reactions and Kathy's Cruella Devil expression played over and over again in my mind. I prayed that she left Elliot alone and went home.

My ears were burning just thinking about the argument between them. If I was wrong about the sonogram Kathy would remain in the picture, which would be the moral thing to do, but that could really put a damper on any kind of relationship between Elliot and myself, and I mean that in both a romantic sense and a friendship way.

But why would she give him that old print out? Sonograms are usually made right in front of you. They check the baby and the little machine prints out the photo. The date is not something that the hospital would mess with or over look for three years. The likely hood of that happening was slim in my book.

Morning crept up my bedroom wall and I clicked off the alarm before it had a chance to bleep. After a long hot shower I got my things together and headed to the station.

Munch was making his way from the subway tunnel when I snuck up behind him.

"Boo!"

"Good morning, Olivia," he sullenly smiled, if that was even possible. Ah, who am I kidding, for Munch it was possible. His smile was more like a sweet sneer or a sad clown in a hobo costume.

"Did I scare you?"

"Scare me? First of all your ramshackle of keys can be heard half way around the block, and secondly, unless you're a poodle dressed in a pink sweater, scare is not in my emotional vocabulary."

"You're no fun, John Munch."

His eye winked in my direction as we headed through the revolving doors and towards the elevators. "I know I'm a regular party pooper."

DING

"YOU!!!"

"Huh?" I looked up to see Kathy's frightfully red face and stringy blonde hair coming at me.

"You BITCH! You devious lying bitch!"

"Whoa!" Munch cried as he dropped his newspaper and grabbed for her swinging arms.

She spazzed out and struggled to free herself from his grip. "Stop it! Let-meeee- GO! Munch! I have a bone to pick with this man-eating whore!"

I've been called a lot of things, but man-eating was actually quite complimentary. If my upper lip twitched with amusement it was not because I planned for it to.

With an annoyed hand jester I tried to direct Munch away from the center of the lobby. The whole building of cops paused to stare at Kathy's pregnant body scream and flail about.

Once away from the main entrance I did my best to assist the situation with uttemost professionalism. "Kathy, you're embarrassing yourself. Now settle down. If this is about the sonogram photo, I'm sorry, but I was only looking out for you."

"Looking out for me? Don't you mean yourself, you husband stealing cunt!"

"Hey," Munch hollered, while giving her a little shake. "Let's use our inside words, please. There are children in this building."

"Kathy, I never did anything to steal your husband."

Okay, that was a bit of a lie, but I never succeeded.

"I saw you, Olivia! I SAW YOU!"

Her tone was really getting to the tip of my patience, but I held my poise and tried to deal. "You saw what? Elliot leaving my building to sleep at the precinct? You saw him drop me off after work? You saw him upset because he wanted to talk to you calmly in the morning? Don't you think he would have come up to my apartment if I had 'stolen' him away from you? And the only reason why you saw any of that was because you were stalking me. Which is a violation of my privacy and can be held against you in the court of law, so keep swinging, sweetheart, because police brutality is lethal."

"Youuuuuuu…-AH! I can take you any day, Miss cop! You think the jury would convict a pregnant woman? Go ahead and tempt me. I will prove that you're the cause of this. I will!"

"Don't you dare bring me into your petty jealous games, Kathy!"

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers and she pulled away from Munch and stood in front of me debating her actions. With a cowardly whimper she turned to leave the building. "You just have to interfere with everything! I can't get away from you! You know, I wish he'd never met you. My life was perfect until you came into it! And just when I thought you'd left for good, it was too late. I had to work hard to get him to dump that little Dani slut and then you had to just come back! Why couldn't you've just stayed in Oregon?!"

"Darling, I think that Elliot's fling with Dani proves my point. I've got nothing to do with your marital issues."

"Well, I hope your happy now that you've convinced him that he has issues. I just have one thing to say to you before you get your way. Stay AWAY from my children, Olivia Benson! AWAY!!!!"

She backed up and ran into Fin, who was entering the building.

"Ho, watch out."

"WAHHH," she screamed fumbling away from him.

"Chill woman I was just making an entrance."

"All of you," she screamed. "All of you stay away from me! I want none of you near me… or my children...or my life! EVER!"

Munch and Fin looked at each other with tight lips as they held their mixed emotions of pity and laughter.

Of course, I couldn't let her leave with the last word. As she screamed ", EVER!" I lifted my duffle bag from the ground and bellowed in a low resonant voice ", unless you lied about the rest of the pregnancies, they're his children too. I'll see them if he wants me to see them."

With that I walked towards the elevators and she tripped on the garbage can near the doors. "Fuck you, Olivia!"

Her balance almost gave way and I turned to see her grab the wall and lift herself to her feet.

She looked at the silent lobby of people with violent rage and fixed her hair. Then in a fit of discomfort she pulled up her stomach and staggered out of the door.

Wait, did I just see that correctly? She pulled up her stomach. Her stomach. She moved her stomach. Like a rubber ball with elastic sides is what it looked like. I turned to Munch with question on my face.

"Did you just see that?"

"How could I have missed it?"

Fin handed me a coffee from the paper tray he held in his hand and watched Kathy yell all the way down the Precinct steps. "She's lost her damn mind."

Munch breathed in and sighed. "Ahhh, the sweet smell of prosthetic conspiracy. I never thought I'd see the day."

"You can say that again," I muttered.

Munch held his hand to my shoulder and smiled. "Don't look so beat. I thought you handled it well. That part about the court of law police brutality, that was priceless."

Fin took a sip of his coffee and pressed the up button on the elevator. "I'm sure we could get the security tapes. That'd make one hell of a Christmas gift. I'd just like to know how they've gone this long without sex?"

"Or physical contact," I added.

"There's a fine fine line between love and marriage, Liv. Some people make the love, some people make the marriage, very few make both," Munch said with a tilt of the head.

"I wonder if he knows," I thought out loud.

The doors opened and we all filed into the compartment.

Nobody answered my question, but we each had that glint of silent majority opinion.

Elliot might have asked her about the sonogram, but I'm sure she didn't pull up her stomach when she exited.

Fin looked at me, sniffed his itchy nose, and resumed watching the numbers rise from one to six. "So you're telling him right?"

DING

Again, my day would begin.

Fade in music,"Hot in Here" by Jenny Owen Youngs (Has to be this version-otherwise it don't fit) as the three Special Victims Unit detectives exit the elevator in slow motion.

I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious


I'm flirtacious, tryin' to show patience


I've been lookin' for the right time to shoot my steeze (you know)


Waitin' for the right time to flash them keys
Eh Oh.

'Cos I feel like bustin' loose

Uh uh can't nobody stop the juice

uh

It's gettin' hot in here

So Hot

So take off all your clothes…

When I got to my desk Elliot's suit pants were on my chair and there was a file neatly lying next to the keyboard. I opened it to find a picture of William O'Mally near one of our crime scenes taken from what appeared to be a security camera. His hands were circled with a red pen. They were dirty. Like he'd been burying something. I flipped through the report that Elliot had started to file when Casey walked into the office.

"Here's your warrant," she said throwing it at me and heading straight for the coffee pot.

I looked at the blue paper and ripped it open. "This is O'Mally's address."

"Yeah, that's what you wanted right?"

"I…well, yes. But it's not even 8:30."

"Well it better be god damn right, because Elliot woke me up at 5am. I was right in the middle of spooning with a very fine district attorney."

"Karma sucks, doesn't it?"

She flipped me the bird with her mug free hand.

I wanted to feel bad for her, but after the week of hell she'd put me through, she deserved it. I looked around for Elliot and headed to the back. "I'll catch you later, Case. Add sugar. It helps," I said as I headed for the crib.

She sipped the black coffee then lifted the mug with her back towards me. "Right, sugar."

I opened the door to the crib to find Elliot snoring in the pitch black.

"Elliot," I whispered.

He grunted and blinked his eyes a bit. "Huh?"

"Casey got the warrant."

"Great," he grumbled as he lifted himself from the bed.

He curled up around the blanket with nothing but his boxers on. The rest of his outfit was thrown about the floor and there was a smell of sweaty alcohol in the room.

"How long have you been asleep?"

"I got a few hours in."

I handed him his pants. "Liar."

He blinked wearily and yawned as he dropped the pants back to the floor ", I did my job. That's what I do when I can't sleep."

"I noticed that Kathy stopped by."

"AH, ah," he sputtered holding the sides of his head. "I don't want to even hear that name."

"What about the baby?"

"Liv, for god sake, we talked, yes, uhh- I don't even want to know about the baby. I can love any baby. That's what I do."

"I know that. I… are you sure there's even a--"

"OLIVIA! Mmmm, please …let's not go there. You know, it's just …too talky talky," he whined as he rocked back and forth rubbing his eyes.

"Are you ok?"

"I'd like to keep this all on the DL, you know…let it ride out until I can think. My head… it's just fuzzy…Fuzz."

"Well I hate to be the barer of bad news, but I'd say the whole building is up to speed on your perplexed marriage."

He slumped to his side and pulled the pillow over his head. An empty bottle of Jameson thumped to the floor. "WHHHHHY? Why god why? What did I do to deserve this?"

He then rolled over dropping the pillow to the ground and looking at me with swollen eyes and a tired slur.

"Elliot, you're drunk."

"Oh, Liv. Livvie, my Livvie, my angel, Olivia, help me. Tell me what to do. Just tell me. Gah, I…What did I do? I was a good husband. I never cheated. I could have, but I didn't. Why did I do that, Olivia? Why didn't I cheat?"

"Because you're a good man. Who needs to get his smelly act together. God, you reek of booze and rotten cigars."

"I should have cheated, then I could have avoided this whole mess."

His body slumped forward as he grabbed my arm and rubbed his cheek against my skin. "Mmm, you are so soft. Can't you just cheat with me?"

It was tempting. "Um, no. Elliot, you need to sober yourself before Cragen-"

"Tell me, Liv? Tell me what to do. You know. I know that you know. Cause you know me. You said it yourself. And I believe you. I –Trust- You," he slurred while shaking my hand.

I pulled him off of me and bent over to pick up the empty bottle.

"You," he smiled while pinching my nose.

"Oh, okay now, settle down, Mr. Stabler."

"Did I make you uncomfortable? God, I didn't want do that. Why am I like this?"

"Because you're drunk."

His arm came flying up from the bed to shush me and he pushed the blankets off of himself. "Is that why? NO- don't answer that. Because you know I know. I mean, we know what we—I need to do, don't we, Liv?"

I knelt next to him and starred at his pathetic face. He must have drunk the whole bottle in one gulp, because I'd never seen him like this before. It was definitely out of the ordinary. I wasn't entirely sure how to react.

"I'm a mess, Liv. Runnnn, before I get sober, because I'm a fuck up. And that is why. But I am not a quitter. Never would I quit. I am so tired…how am I awake? And drunk… but hey, I got you that warrant didn't I?"

"Yes you did," I smiled awkwardly handing him his shirt and socks. "And we're gonna need to get you sober, because it's your warrant as it is mine, and I'd like you not to get fired."

He gave me a wry glare and stood up from the bed. "Either way."

My eyes couldn't help but catch the large bulge coming from his underwear. I gasped with embarrassment. "Oh, my…gosh, I'm gonna go get you some coffee. You…do what you gotta do to make that go away. "

"Oh, like you've never seen it before."

My voice trailed off as I left the room. "Never yours, sweetheart."

"Well that's gonna have to change," he stammered. "I'm just glad the damn thing still works."

Fade IN music as Olivia transitions herself to the now active bullpen

I need you to get up up on the dance floor


Give that man what he askin' for

Give a little bit a eh, eh


Wit' a little bit a eh, eh


Let it hang all out


Wit' a little bit of the eh, eh


And a sprinkle a that eh, eh


Let it just fall out

It's getting hot in here…

"Olivia!"

"Youch!" Steaming hot coffee was not meant for my shirt.

Cragen bellowed from behind me.

"Shouldn't you have arrested William O'Mally by now?"

"Captain, we're on our way. Elliot's in the shower."

Cragen looked at his watch and gave me a disappointed glare before turning back into his office.

I walked by Fin's desk and handed him the coffee mug. "Do me a favor and put Elliot in the shower. And make him drink that coffee. And this Advil."

"Okay?"

"Oh, and clean up the crib before Cragen goes in there. Spray the Fabreeze. I've gotta go buy Elliot some clothes before we all get fired."

Fin shot me a frazzled look and headed to the locker room.

I'd dug through every bag and locker that Elliot owned, but except for the suit on his back, not one stitch of work clothing could I find. If Cragen knew he'd been sleeping at work drunk, he was gonna get a warning added to his many other warnings and the last thing I wanted to see added to Elliot's miserable life was a pink slip. Thankfully I knew his size. I grabbed my purse and ran for the nearest clothing store.

Thirty minutes later Elliot walked out of the precinct in a fresh pair of black slacks, a blue button down shirt, and a very nice purple tie. His grim face was another story, but that was something we were all going to have to ignore for the time being.

"I like this tie. You bought this for me?"

"It was an impulse buy."

His half opened eyes smiled as he rubbed the spot between my shoulder blades. "You like me, Olivia Benson."

"Don't even start. The like is getting harder and harder to withstand as the days go by. You're just lucky I pay attention to detail, otherwise you'd be walking around in that smelly mess of a suit you trashed yourself in last night."

"I left my over night bag at home when we changed into the undercover garb."

"And Elliot, if I ever catch you drunk like that again… may god and all the saints in heaven help you. That was completely unacceptable and I only put myself on a limb because…"

"Because you like me."

"Because--I'm serious, Elliot. If Cragen had caught you drinking, you'd have been fired. That was a bad move."

"I know it. Hey," he stopped me and pulled my hand to his lips. "Thank you."

Begrudgingly I accepted his apology and looked around to make sure nobody saw us. Then when his playful gratitude lasted just a hair too long for my taunted hormones to withstand I pulled away. "Here," I said handing him a piece of gum. "Take this."

"Gum? What did you forget the toothpicks," he smiled nudging me with his elbow.

"No, you just have rancid breath."

"Yeah well, Jameson doesn't exactly sit well with an empty stomach and coffee."

We rounded the corner of the building and got into the car. I drove, of course. Elliot closed his eyes and sipped on a water bottle and a can of Coke until we arrived at O'Mally's. Thankfully his sobriety was coming into focus with each minute. I really needed him to be alert for this one. The wrath of O'Mally's face when he finds out we're cops is going to sound off every Mob alarm in the vicinity.

Fin and Munch waited a block away with a crew of back up and some techies from the CSU department.

I looked at Elliot who, like a true professional, sat next to me with his game face on and his gun loaded. "You ready?"

"Let's do this, Princess."

Elliot stood to the side of the door as I knocked loudly. "NYPD open up!"

Just when I thought nobody would answer Seamus opened the door with a gun in his hand.

"You weren't fucking kidding when you said you had an early morning. Drop your weapon bitch."

I held a strong gaze at Seamus for fear that looking towards Elliot would cause him to fire a round of hot metal into one of us.

"Seamus, you're making a big mistake. I've got a warrant and a whole back up crew surrounding the area. Tell Tommy, to drop the act and let us take William in."

Seamus spit his chewing tobacco at my feet and smiled. "You know I can't do that. Besides it's much more interesting when there are hostages involved."

Before I could make any sort of move Seamus walked out of the house and Elliot took his shot. The blast was quick. Seamus dropped his gun and squealed like a pig.

I grabbed my portable while Elliot cuffed him. "We need a bus and back up now! One shot to the arm. One perp down. Possibly five more. Probably armed."

With a push to the ground Seamus fell over in tears. "You fuckers! This is fucked. You fuck'n pricks."

Elliot picked up my gun and kicked Seamus in the leg. "Shut up dick lick."

We waited for Munch and Fin to join us and proceeded through the house. For a bunch of pistol carrying hard asses these guys were all bark and no bite.

Once we took hold of Tommy, who was caught running like an over weight dog through the neighbors backyard, the rest of his half ass army was like butter. Just mentioning jail time made them drop their weapons and come clean.

I was the first to take the basement. Elliot followed close behind. The dark room was lit by five small nightlights and a television that was playing "I dream of Genie" reruns.

"William."

The young man sat in a corner petrified of our intrusion.

I put my gun away and nodded for Elliot to follow. "Do you remember me? My name is Olivia. I'm with the police. I'm here to help you. Will you come with me?"

He grunted in our direction and curled up against the wall.

Elliot whispered towards me and pointed to a corner of the basement. "Liv, look."

On one side of the room lay several dead bodies. All of them women. One of them was Shirley. They were all naked and bruised. Each of them were badly sliced up. Our eyes met with pale expressions. The brutal death of these women was one thing to think about, but then to add the thought of an imprisoned human being down here with them made my nightmares one shade darker. I turned to William who looked more like a scared child than a murderer, and knelt down beside him. Gently I placed my hand on his arm.

"Ah," he whimpered.

"William, I'm not going to hurt you. Look." My first thought was how I was going to get him to trust me and I pulled the pack of gum from my pocket. "Do you like gum? Here take a piece. It's sour apple. Go ahead, take it."

He reached out and slowly took the pack from my hand. After a few seconds I could see his body loosen up.

"William, did Tommy do this to those women."

He didn't answer. He just looked toward the dark stinking corner of the room and walked close to Elliot who was holding up the sheet that was covering one of the bodies. William took it from his hands. He was protecting them. Obsessively he covered the cold corpse with the bloody sheet and rubbed Shirley's hair into place.

I followed him and after he delicately starred at each body he crawled to the staircase and pulled out a box filled with tiny locks of hair.

"T-t-t-tom-mm-my's friends. T-tt-t-t-omm-m-my g-gave the-em to me."

"William when Tommy gave you his friends were they warm like me," I lightly touched his hand. "Or cold, like her," and then I placed his hand onto Shirley's hand.

He pointed to Shirley.

"Cold like her?"

William nodded. The rest of the investigation was heartbreaking but William came quietly. The evidence in the basement was more than enough to sentence Thomas O'Mally for a long time.

After a few ours of "Let's Make a Deal" with O'Mally's lawyer we'd wrapped up the case, placed William in a good facility, and were making our way back to the precinct to end a hard days work.

I sat in the passenger's side of the Sedan and felt an odd tingle in the pit of my stomach. It was as if my body were anticipating something or forgetting a task. You know the feeling. That feeling that you left the straightening iron on and your bathroom could be in flames as you think.

I knew my feeling wasn't due to hot appliances. I almost thought the day was too easy. I felt ripped of something. In a reminiscent daze I watched Elliot drive the car and tried to ignore the eeriness of it all.

"You look troubled," Elliot murmured through a side glance at my weary expression.

I licked my lips in thought. "Maybe. I'm not sure… I guess I thought that Thomas would have put up a better fight. You know? The match seemed too simple. Too effortless."

"If it's wrestling you want to do, I can take care of that for you."

I lightly smacked his arm and rolled my eyes. "Elliot Stabler, are you flirting with me?"

His eyes grew wide in that just-got-caught-with-my-hands-in-the-cookie-jar kind of way. "Is that what they call it? I just meant if it's action you want there are much safer…interesting ways to accomplish it."

I shook my head with relentless droll and looked toward the traffic. "How long have you been sleeping on that cot?"

"Hua, too long."

Fade in music as Elliot and Olivia smile and exit the car.

Girl I think my butt's gettn' big

OWWWW

It's gettin' hot in here

So take off all your clothes


We are gettin' so hot


We're gonna take our clothes off

The sweat was ready to be released from our pores as this Manhattan unit of ours closed the file to its' three month investigation. It was high time for a celebration.

When we got back to the precinct Fin and Munch had already declared that we were skipping our final dodge ball practice and going to the pub for a few pints.

Elliot flopped tiredly at his desk and yawned. "I think I'm gonna have to pass."

"Figures," Fin scoffed.

"That's not why, and you, of all people should know it," Elliot barked without even looking at Fin.

"We wanted you to see the light not drink all night, Stabler. But it's fine with me. I can certainly do without cleaning your vomit again," Fin rambled as everyone coughed to make him shut up.

"Is there something I'm missing," Cragen asked.

"No," we all replied in unison.

"On that note," Casey started, trying to change the subject. "I'm always up for a drink. Who's going?"

I looked at my grimy clothes and felt pretty uncelebratory. "I'll go, but you guys gotta give me a few minutes to freshen up. I feel like death."

"You look like death," Munch bantered.

"Like you've got room to talk, Mr. Black," I yapped.

"Make it quick, Benson, some of us needed a beer two hours ago," Fin added.

I walked over to my small locker and dug for my purse in forced slow motion. I had to give them hell every chance I got.

Cragen obliviously sat on Elliot's desk to continue the conversation. "I haven't been to the pub in ages. I'm in if Diet Coke is still a kosher bar option."

"Don, you're figure is fine. At least have a regular one for me," Elliot poked.

"Is that so," he chuckled with a pat to his belly. "In that case I will, sir. You going home?"

"Ah…yeee- No, actually."

He said this directly at me. The stare was so catapulting that I dropped my lock and the key bounced under the station of lockers.

The five of us still lingering in the office stopped all movement and gave Elliot our full attention.

"What," he spat. "Like it's a big surprise! You want me to say that you were all, right? Do you want a cookie? Can I bow and grovel at your feet?"

Casey's excited face softened when she saw the sad failure in his body language. "Elliot, you can't say you didn't try. No matter what anybody says. Try is better than didn't. And I'm a chocolate chip kinda gal, if you're offering."

"So does that mean you're sending in the papers this time," Munch pushed.

I was expecting an angry reaction from Elliot, but instead he almost smiled and then lightly glanced up at me. "I'm gonna take some advice I should have followed a long time ago and make a step in the right direction."

"So what's that mean?"

"Yes, Munch, I'm going to follow my instincts instead of my stability and send in the papers. Does the whole family approve?"

Maybe my feeling of void was waiting to hear those words. A fountain of warm happiness came over my body as I reached for the key and locked my cubbyhole.

"Liv, let's go, I'm not waiting all night," Fin complained.

It was a new feeling to be moved by something other than the sound of a gun or the tiny hands of a frightened abused child. I suddenly felt different. Alive. Reborn.

My eyes were seeing new colors. Neon pinks and iridescent blues. Dark chocolaty shadows.

They say that when a single woman of my age finally lets her guard down she finds herself caught in the web of unfounded behavior. My natural instinct would have normally poisoned the thoughts of lust from my mind, but contrary to popular belief even the black widow lets a few of her mates slide. I like to believe those mates are the rare male specimens whom she truly endures. And in that moment of potential fulfillment I could feel myself growing hungry. Hungry for more. Hungry for him. Had I remembered our stomachs were on the same schedule I may have convinced him to sleep on my couch.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

The lighting flickers to a black and white hue with hints of red bleeding through the highlighted shapes. Our heroic characters pulse to the sound of their own beat.

I make my way into the locker room. I make quick work of my hair and make-up. I smile slipping into the black satin halter I picked out this morning. I love the way this dress hugs every curve of my body. Damn I forgot my strapless bra! Oh well, guess I'll be braless tonight.

I hang up my phone and grab my purse. I check myself in the mirror and saunter downstairs. The office appears to be empty. Elliot sits with his back towards me.

"Where is everybody?"

"They said to meet them ther…Wow, Liv!"

Elliot exhales.

"What," I ask coyly. I know damn well what.

"You look amazing. Sure you're only going to the pub," he asks. I think I hear a twinge of jealousy in his voice.

"Just the pub," I smile.

"Don't cause too much trouble tonight." he says by way of a farewell. I wiggle my ass a little more than necessary on my way out. I'm half way down the hall when I reach into my bag to call Casey and make sure she knows I'm leaving.

My phone. I think I left it on Elliot's…desk. I turn around and walk back into the squad room.

"I thought you were off to paint the town red." Elliot smirks.

"I left my phone." I explain leaning over the edge of his desk to retrieve it. Elliot grabs my hand when I pull back. "What?" I ask sitting on the edge of the desk.

"Nothing, I just wanted to thank you for being there for me lately and for opening my eyes. Thank you, Liv." He grins.

"You don't ever have to thank me, El. You've pulled me off the ledge more time than I care to count." I shrug patting his shoulder. I stand up to leave and Elliot surprises me when he stands too. He leans close to me and I can feel the warmth of his breath lingering on my lips. I feel something pop and he smiles at me.

"Tag." He explains holding it up between us. He glances at it then down at my dress licking his lips. I feel my nipples harden under his heated gaze. "Worth every penny of the $280 you paid for it. Trust me." He grins like a lion that's just cornered his prey.

"Th-t-thanks." I stutter feeling his presence go straight to my head.

"Thank you for wearing it." He retorts taking a step closer to me. I take two steps back and to the right and lean up against Munch's desk in order to get some space from him. "You running from me, Liv?" He laughs pinning me between his body and Munch's desk.

"No." I reply strongly, lifting my chin in defiance.

"Good, cause I really hate it when you run from me." He smiles his hands sliding up the sides of my thighs and resting on my hips. I moan softly.

"Oooh, but I love it when you do that." He groans pulling my hips to his. My eyes widen the moment I feel his thick long gloriously hard erection pressed against my belly. "See what you did?" He playfully growls.

Okay Liv moment of truth: indulge in your biggest fantasy or persevere one stable relationship. PRESERVE!! He just announced that he is divorcing his wife. Don't be a fool Olivia.

"Elliot, don't do something you're going to regret the moment you cum." I warn trying to back up but only succeeding in hopping on top of the desk. And that doesn't help because he seductively parts my legs and steps between them.

"You see that's the thing; I'm not going to regret a damn thing. I want you and I've got a 8 year fucking hard-on to prove it." His words lick my skin and I feel myself cream and throb instantly. "No, I'm lying. I am going to have one regret." He says seriously. I swallow hard preparing myself for the let down. "I don't have a can of whipped cream to cover you from head to toe in."

"Oy Vey!" I groan. Elliot leans forward and his lips hover over mine letting me decide if this is something I want. I pull back and his eyes flame mid-night blue. He pulls back grinning at me. I look like a slut on display. I'm sprawled on top of John's desk, panting- (mind you he has yet to really touch me), and flushed with Elliot standing between my legs.

"Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop. You know I will." He tells me folding his arms across his chest. I whimper watching his muscles flex under taunt tanned skin. I want you and that's the problem, Stabler! God, it's hard to lie to him. I'll just skirt around the truth.

"Stop." I whisper my voice shaking. Elliot's eyes narrow before he steps back. He doesn't say anything just watches me closely.

"You never could lie to me, could you?" He smirks settling his hands on my thighs. Son of a bitch if he didn't see right though that.

"No." I moan. "I want you, El. I want you so damn bad!" I growl looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes. One hand slips behind my back and he pulls me to the edge of the desk. My hip hits the in/out tray and it goes tumbling to the floor taking several flies with it.

"I know you do. It's written all over this delicious body." He grins skimming his hands over me. He leans forward spearing his fingers through my hair and slanting his mouth over mine. His tongue slips between my lips and hotly massages my own. Inviting it to come out and play. Elliot's other hand slips up my dress and beneath my thong. He teases my swollen sex. His fingers on me shock my entire system; I start a war with our kiss, which he gladly participates in. He slides two fingers into me and I throw my head back crying out his name. It's been too long.

"You like that?" He asks.

"Yes, God yes!" I moan. "Make me cum, El!" I command thrusting myself on to his thick long fingers.

"Oh I intend to keep you cumming all night, baby." God YES!!! He's thrusting away inside of me as he rains sweet moist kisses over my throat and the exposed chest area. Damn dress is in the way. My breasts are swollen and yearning for his touch. He suckles my right nipple through the soft satin of my dress. I can feel him claiming me as he writes his name against my g-spot while his thumb flicks over my clit rhythmically.

E- my nipples tighten. L- my skin flames with a 9-alarm fire. L- my teeth sink in to my bottom lip so hard I can taste blood seeping on to my tongue. I- every muscle in my body coils tightly ready to strike faster that a cobra. O- my leg spasms knocking Fin's lamp on to the floor sending glasses shattering all over. T- my back arches up off the desk.

"ELLIOT!!!" I scream out as bright lights explode behind my eyes. I tremble like a lone leaf on a branch in December. I gasp in gulps of air feeling as though I'm drowning.

"Fuck, that was sexy." Elliot breathes.

"Shit, that was so good, El." I coo reaching up with a shaky hand to caress his face.

"God you are so fucking incredible." Elliot says shaking his head while withdrawing his fingers from my body. He slowly brings them up to his mouth but I intercept dragging them to my lips. I slide my hot mouth over both fingers and suck as if they were decidedly an entirely different part of his body. "Oh damn. You know I always wondered if you spit or swallow." He groans watching my tongue swirl around his middle finger.

"Wanna find out?" I quirk an eyebrow at him playfully. His eyes widen to the size of ½ dollars. I'll take that as a yes. I kiss his fingers before dropping his hand to his side. Leaning up I capture his lips and hold them prisoner as I ravage his mouth. My hands grapple with his belt. I slip it out of its loops and unbutton his slacks pushing them low on his hips. I pull away and glance down wanting to see what he has to offer. I frown realizing his shirt is in my way. I whip his tie over his head and fling it across the room. It actually lands on the paper shredder. We both flinch when the machine grinds and halts loudly. OOPS!

"Well, it was a nice tie."

"Fuck it, I'll buy you another one," I purr before I pull off a button. And …Oh! There goes another one. His bulging chest heavs underneath the polyester shirt and I literally rip it from him, sending buttons flying in every direction possible. He tears the blue fabric from his body and I toss it onto my desk.

"I guess you'll have to buy me a new shirt too, huh?" Elliot quips. I grab the collar of his beater and shred it in two pulling it off of him. I fling it to the right and make a mental note to pull it off Cap's doorknob before we leave.

"I've always wanted to do that to you." I confess watching his eyes twinkle with amusement. "Oh god!" I groan running my fingers over his well-defined chest. The man is a work of fucking art. I lean forward and sink my teeth into the thick muscle between his neck and shoulder.

"Shit, Liv." He hisses squeezing my waist. I softly kiss the boo-boo enjoying his large hands encompassing my waist. I push him back a little and slide off the desk. I drop to my knees in front of him. I toss a wicked grin up at him. He grins back stupidly and I know I've got him right where I want him. His eyes are glazed over and his fists are balled at his sides. I tug his boxers out of the way and lick my lips when his cock springs into view.

"So beautiful." I whisper caressing the head of his shaft. He twitches in my hand. I kiss the head and let my tongue flick out hungrily licking up the pre-cum that oozes from the tip.

"Liv!" His voice vibrates though his entire body. Low and dangerous. I tease the head letting my warm moist breath flow over it. "Tease." He mumbles. I slide my lips over his entire length relaxing my throat as he slides in to my mouth. "Oh shit!" He curses in amazement. I suck deeply before drawing my lips off of him.

"Don't call me a tease." I scold stroking him from base to tip.

"Give me a reason not to." He challenges resting both of his hands on my shoulders his thumbs resting and the indent of my throat. He touches me softly rubbing caressing as I draw him into my mouth again. I relax and swallow gently letting the movement pleasure him. I set a slow rhythm sucking as my hand spins firmly over him. I revel in the moans emanating from him. I normally love the control I have over a man but with Elliot it's the sheer pleasure he's getting. I suck deeply letting my tongue play hard on the underside of his shaft. I reach up and cup his sac tugging firmly as my mouth continues its manipulations on his shaft.

"Liv, I'm gonna cum." He warns. I start to pull back but I relax my throat and prepare for him to climax in my mouth. This will be a first for me. His body tense while I continue to work on him. His grip on my shoulders tightens and he calls out my name a second before his warm fluid slides down my throat. His hips jerk a few times. When I let him slip from my lips I place a soft kiss on the head and look up at him. "Come here." He smiles tugging me to stand. He lifts me up into his arms and kisses me. I moan in to his mouth loving the way his kiss is so much like his personality. Strong, dominant, and passionate. God I hope all that intensity carries over into the bedroom. He sets me down on top of John's desk. He stands in front of me and I can't feel his erection against my thigh.

"I thought after 40 it took more recovery time." I tease.

"Shut up, Liv." He smirks biting into my bottom lip. "I want you so fucking bad it hurts."

"Have me." I smile running my hand over his chest.

"Are you sure, Liv?" He asks I reach between us and stroke his length.

"Fuck me!" I whisper. Elliot smiles cupping my breasts. I reach up and untie the string, the top half of my dress falls away from my body.

"You're perfect, Liv. So perfect." He says reverently touching me. I hiss the minute his lips close around my nipple. His tongue swirls around it as he thumbs the other. Elliot bunches my dress up around my waist. I feel a sharp tug then hear fabric rip. My eyes pop open to see my thong flying over my shoulder and on to Fins case file.

"What'd my thong do to you?" I smart a little pissed he ripped a 50 dollar scrape of lace.

"It was in my damn way, woman." He growls stroking me firmly. My hand wraps around his cock and I guide him to my entrance. He rubs against me letting my arousal coat the head of him. Elliot freezes; I glance towards the door praying no one walked in.

"What?" I ask seeing the hall just as dark and empty as it was when I came back in.

"I don't have any rubbers. Tell me you have some in your purse." He pleads. What do I look like Rite-Aid?

"No, I don't. I haven't gotten laid in six months anything I did have would probably be expired." I snip feeling slightly offended.

"Relax, I wasn't insinuating anything. I was praying that you did. Liv, we can't do this without protection. I don't need a pregnant partner anymore than you want to be pregnant." He smiles trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm on the pill." I mumble biting into my bottom lip.

"How long?" He asks.

"A year. After three months it's safe. I'm clean." I explain feeling a little awkward. A condom was like a prerequisite for sex with me. But this is Elliot; he wouldn't put my health at risk. He's always protected me. "And I trust you." I smile pulling him closer to me.

"I'm clean, you know that." He says seriously.

"So we gonna do this or what, Stabler?" I ask playfully as I fondle him.

"Oh yeah, Benson. We're going to do this, several times over." He growls nipping at my bottom lip.

"Be gentle." I plead knowing this is going to hurt like hell at first. He nods and pushes into me. "EL!" I yelp feeling him slide into my waiting body.

"Fuck! You're so damn tight and warm." He groans. I'm clinging to him like a new leather glove. He thrusts softly letting me get use to the feeling of him inside of my body.

"Mmm…that feels so good!" I moan bracing myself on the desk. My hands press a million buttons on the keyboard and the computer fires up. "Deeper!" I command.

Elliot thrusts completely into me and I cry out in pure ecstasy at the feeling of being full with his body. He delicately caresses my breast moving gently with in me. This feels so damn right. I never thought I'd feel this. Feel him know what his face looks like while he worked steadily between my legs.

"Harder, EL!" I groan wanting to feel every delicious hard inch of him pounding away between my legs. He grips both my thighs for leverage. The feeling of his fingers digging possessively into the supple skin of my thighs has me thrusting into him. Elliot slams in to me once, twice and that's when it happens. He slides home growling sending my body backwards so deliciously violent that my back slams into John's pc monitor. The screen goes careening to the floor as we continue to fuck each other's brains out. The monitor crashes and explodes; the light and electrical sparks bursting from the floor fail to stop either one of our movements.

"Shit, that's not good!" Elliot groans looking down at the electrical mayhem we caused.

"Later, I'm gonna cum!" I pant feeling my orgasm build. I close my eyes and concentrate on her lips on my neck, fingers on my breast and clit and cock pumping away inside of me. I began to tingle from head to toe as I feel the pressure mount deep in my womb and in his body. Elliot strokes furiously between my legs wanting to drive me over the edge with him. My body goes ridged before I dissolve into power convulsions around him.

"LIV!" Elliot calls from some place distant. A moment later I feel a hot liquid seep into my body in several spurts as he shakes and swears between my legs. Another first for me.

I collapse back onto the desks and bump my head on Fin's stapler, which I promptly fling across the room onto Elliot's desk. I hear a crash and look to see that the stapler hit his coffee mug which shattered and spilled onto my desk shorting out my lamp. Elliot withdraws from me and drops into John's chair in front of me.

"Oh god! I never thought it would feel like that." I pant trying to stop the periodic spasms coursing through my body. Elliot grunts something incoherent as hell. I'll assume he agrees with me.

The desk line rings and Elliot reaches for it. "Stabler, SVU!" He mumbles still out of breath. "Relax, she's still here. She said her back was bothering her. I was supposed to call and cancel for her. Sorry." Elliot grins kissing my thighs. "Okay. I'll tell her. Night." He hangs up. I glare at him as he pulls his pants up.

"My back does not hurt." I protest leaning up on my elbows.

"Not yet it doesn't!" He smirks grabbing my thighs and throwing me over his shoulders causing me to squeal in surprise. My dress slides down over my upper body but I manage to catch it as he carries me up the stairs naked. "Seriously sweet ass." He whistles promptly slapping my bare ass. The slap jostles me and I loose my grip on my dress at the top of the landing.

"Rude!" I squeak slapping his ass in retaliation. I watch the tiled floor turn wood and a door close. We're in the crib.

"Remember whose ass is bare, Detective." He taunts patting my bottom. "Where'd you get the 'fuck me, heels'?" He asks as his hand caresses my calf. That is so the right name for these shoes. The first time I wear them; I get so so lucky.

"El, you gotta put me down. All the blood is rushing to my head!" I bitch. Elliot laughs and my bare breasts jiggle a little with the vibration. He flings me quickly and I bounce off one of the beds.

"Happy now?" He smirks.

"I'd be happy if you kissed me." I smile devilishly. He leans down and kisses me soundly on the mouth. "Not there." I shake my head. He dips his head and sucks my left nipple in to his mouth until I moan his name. He then switches to the right and repeats the process until I whimper under his touch.

"How's that, beautiful?" He asks kneeling between my legs. "Your legs are fucking amazing." He groans tugging on my heels.

"You're fascinated by those shoes aren't you?" I giggle.

"I've never made love to a woman in heels. It's so damn sexy." He says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Happy, I turn you on so much. Now weren't you supposed to be giving me a kiss?" I ask. He nods and places feather light kisses on my stomach. "Lower." I purr wiggling my hips. His lips trail down and I feel him hover about my heated core but his lips land on the inside of my thigh. "Elliot!" I grumble."

"No good?" He smirks his tongue tracing soft patterns on my leg.

"I want a kiss right…" I grab his ears and pull his head right above where I want his lips. "Here!" I say thrusting myself up to meet his lips. Elliot kisses my nether lips soundly.

"Why didn't you say that before? I've been dying to go to town on you." He grins dipping his head and feasting on me. He parts my lips with his fingers as his tongue slips into me. I squeal in pleasure when his thumb toys with my clit. His tongue strokes me fully before dipping inside and swirling around.

"GOD!! I'm gonna cum, El!" I shriek surprise that I'm on the edge of my orgasm so quickly. I feel him fumbling around for a moment then grunt and his rhythm slips. "Hey hey, no slipping!" I call pulling on his ears. He sucks my clit into his mouth causing me to moan. My body trembles lightly alerting me to my pending release. Elliot says sliding up my body his fingers slipping in and replacing his tongue.

"I'm so close. Please, El." I whine pushing his shoulders. He thrusts up into me and my world spins out of control. "OH GOD!! YES! YES!" I scream my entire body shaking and clenching violently around him.

"Wasn't that better?" He asks rocking his hips against me.

"More!" I moan wrapping my legs around his waist. He slides deep and swivels his hips applying pressure to my clit. "Elliot." I sigh feeling like my entire sexual past was a joke. This is making love, sex and fucking all in one. He kisses me softly and trails hot kisses along my jaw and whispers the most explicitly sexy thing in my ear.

"Can I do that?" He asks softly panting. Stabler you could do just about anything to me right now.

"You sure you want to do that, in there, and with that?" I ask moaning.

"Oh yeah. It'll taste really good." He promises.

"What ever you want, baby." I promise digging my nails into his shoulder.

"I want you to ride me." He smiles rolling over so I'm on top. I smirk wickedly as I began rocking my hips back and forth. My breasts sway with my movement taunting him. I reach between us catching his eye as I touch myself. "Oh that's sexy." He whispers placing his hands on my hips and guiding my movements.

"I know." I smile moving faster over him. He sinks his teeth in to his bottom lip his eyes focused on my bouncing breasts. I roll my hips loving the flush that creeps over his face. He blushing while we're having sex. He is so cute. I lean down letting my nipples scrape over his chest as my lips dance over his.

"Babe, I'm gonna cum." He warns trying to slow my movements. I grab his hands and bring them up to my breasts holding them there as I riding him. "LIV!" He cries out squeezing my breasts. He thrusts up in to me and I scream his name as I cum. My orgasm rocks my body. Somewhere in my foggy mind I realize Elliot's shivering beneath me and thrusting wildly into my body. He curses my name and my body is filled with his warm thick release.

"Oh El!" I moan loving the feeling of him cumming inside of me. I collapse on top of him. Elliot rubs my back as we both try to find our next breath. Finally my breathing evens out and my heart beats in tune with his.

"That was the best I've ever had. You are so amazing." He whispers lovingly.

"I know. You feel so good inside of me." I smile against his neck feeling him resting inside of my body.

"I think inside of you is my new favorite place." He laughs slow and sexy. "I don't know about you but I could use a shower." Elliot muses his voice thick and soft in my ear.

"In a minute." I mumble loving the feeling of our warm sweat slicked bodies pressed together. "Hold me for a bit longer." I whisper snuggling down into him. I feel him harden inside of me and I wiggle my hips again.

"Oh baby, don't do that. I need a minute but Elliot jr. doesn't understand that." Hechuckles running his hand over my butt and squeezing. My body tingles at the intimate touch and the prospect of having him again. I rock back softly feeling him respond.

"Slow." I say not bothering to lift my tired body up but only rolling my hips against him. I moan sleepily at the soft friction between us. Elliot's movements are almost imperceptible but I feel them. We moan, pant, kiss and touch softly. I whisper secrets of erotic fantasies as he moves within me. And he shares his vision of us making love in his bed. I cum softly, purring his name as he whispers mine spilling himself inside of my yearning body. I close my eyes and let Elliot and my orgasms carry me over to dreamland.

It's gettin' hot in here (so hot)


So take off all your clothes


We are gettin' so hot
(uh uh uh uh)


We're ganna take our clothes off
Oh

it's gettin' hot in here

So take off all your clothes


We're ganna take our clothes off
Oh

Mix a little bit a eh, eh


Wit' a little bit a eh, eh


Let it just fall out


And a sprinkle a that eh, eh

Let it just fall out


I like it when you eh, eh


Girl, Baby make it eh, eh, oh

AN: Drop me some love mashuginahs. Shalom!