A/N: EO lemon! I promise I'll give you a JC one too, but she's too hurt right now. Hang in there! Thanks for reading!


Elliot drove John back to the hospital and picked up Olivia. They did not even bother trying to convince John to go back to his place and get proper sleep, because they knew he would not agree. Neither would Elliot, if he had been in the same position. There was no way he would leave Olivia, and suggesting a course of action he would never take did not seem right. He tried to be encouraging to John, and then he drove Olivia back to her apartment.

She grabbed a beer for him and made herself a cup of tea before joining him on her couch. "Long day," she said softly, sipping from her mug.

"I know." He ran his fingers up and down her smooth ankle. "I don't know what I'd do if someone attacked you."

"The same thing John's doing, but with more rage and less sarcasm."

Elliot had to smile. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right."

He sighed, looking into her brown eyes. He was, obviously, happy that she had become a cop because he would not have met her otherwise, but there were times he almost went crazy with worry about her. "We just want to protect you. All of us, not just John and me who also happen to be in love with you."

She smirked. "By 'you' you mean us womenfolk?"

He laughed at her wording. "Yes. And I don't mean it in a misogynistic way."

"Well, ordinarily I'd kick your ass for even suggesting it, but I won't since I like your shirt."

"Thanks." He took her free hand in his and stroked her fingers with his thumb. "It's just…you have to admit it's so much more dangerous for you guys. How many times have you become the target of one of our perps? You know Richard White wanted to rape you. Who would ever go after Fin, John, or me like that?"

Olivia looked thoughtful. "A really, really strong gay man."

"Right," he responded, laughing. "The point is…." He set his bottle on a small table, moving closer to Olivia and taking her face between his hands. "Be careful, Liv."

"I will be," she whispered back. Likewise setting her drink aside, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his.

Elliot closed his eyes, sighing her name into her mouth. He rubbed her breasts through her shirt. "I love you so much."

"Back at you, Stabler."

His tongue danced with hers as his hands went to her belt and unbuckled it. "Your room?" he asked breathlessly.

"Too far away," she said, and he smiled. "Floor."

"You vacuum recently?"

She laughed, and allowed him to lower her onto her back on the rug. She stopped laughing the second his lips went to her throat, moaning instead as he sucked on her skin. "Elliot," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair and down his neck.

Elliot felt the cool paths her fingers had traced, and reveled again in the fact that he was with Olivia. Every time they made love, he could not believe it was finally happening, after years of wanting it to. He lowered his lips to her collarbone, reaching simultaneously to continue removing her pants. When he touched her hips, however, he realized that her jeans were already off. He stared up at her. "How the hell did you do that?"

"Magic," she shrugged, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

"You took away my chance to torture you by dragging this out."

"Pity."

Elliot pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Reaching one hand behind her back, he unhooked her bra and flung it somewhere, immediately bringing his lips back to her clavicle as he ran his hands down her body, over her breasts, her sides, her stomach, and her legs.

"Elliot," she said again as his thumbs played along the insides of her thighs, her eyes closing of their own accord. Somehow she still managed to find the buttons of his shirt and undo them all, pushing it off of his shoulders and dropping it to the ground.

"I thought you liked that shirt."

"I like you better," she said, pulling him back up to her so she could kiss his lips again while her hands fumbled with his belt and zipper. She pushed his pants down his hips with her hands as far as she could reach, and then moved them the rest of the way with her feet.

"God, Liv," Elliot murmured, sucking on her bottom lip and eliciting a groan from the woman beneath him. He reached between them and stroked her with his thumb. She writhed, breathing hard, all coherent thoughts gone from her head.

"Elliot…Elliot…please…."

He inserted two fingers into her and she bucked against his hand as he drew them in and out.

"God, Elliot…faster…."

He thrust faster and harder and then, without giving her a chance to recover, removed his fingers and immediately pushed himself into her, swallowing her cry.

"I love you, Olivia," he gasped as he pounded into her, feeling her legs wrap around his back to bring him even deeper. He almost lost it right then but forced himself to hang on, prolonging the torturous pleasure.

"I'm close, El," she moaned into his shoulder, burying her face in his neck and letting out a soft whimper every time he pushed into her.

"Let go, Liv," he whispered, lacing a hand into her hair. "I've got you." He reached down and rubbed her again, slamming into her.

"Oh God…oh God…Elliot!" she finally screamed, her body shaking violently.

Elliot felt her spasm and it sent him over the edge. "Oliva," he moaned deeply, wrapping his arms around her as they came together.

She was still trembling when he rolled them onto their sides, facing each other. He pushed a lock of sweaty hair behind her ear.

"Wow," she said, smiling at him.

"Thank you, thank you," he joked, nodding his head.

"You're arrogant."

"You're amazing." He took her hand and kissed it, looking deeply into her eyes. "I'll always be right here, Liv."

"I know."