A/N: Who was watching Loophole with me on USA tonight? I decided there needed to be a chappy of need for this one and Rach gave me an idea so here you go! By the way, obviously they weren't in the hospital at the same time, but just go with me on this! R and R XOX, Kinsey

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination is mine.

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I hate hospitals. Not so much because of their clinical hospital-y ness, or the itchy backless gowns, but because the drugs don't agree with me. It's not that they make me sick. They don't make me swell up or give me hives. They make me fucking delirious. I have the craziest thoughts and dreams. Well, I guess they aren't that crazy, they're just… uh… I have porn dreams. About my partner. Elliot Stabler. Yeah. Completely inappropriate. But I can't help it. He's so amazing. Blue eyes, brown hair, arms I'd kill to be wrapped in… and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. About him. About what I'd like to do to him. About what I'd like him to do to me. I don't even care that I'm in a hospital bed delirious from a combination of whatever I breathed in that apartment and the drugs they pumped in to me to keep me on this side of that bright white light. If he was here right now, I'd have him naked and tangled in these hospital-issued sheets before Munch could say conspiracy theory.

"Olivia," he whispers in my head. "Baby. Liv…"

I groan unconsciously, wanting him to be there for real, knowing he is there for real, down the hall being observed for the severe lacerations caused by that drugged out freak Cupid throwing him through a window at the precinct. Knowing all I'd have to do is sneak down the hall and into his bed. Just the thought nearly makes me laugh, we're partners! Something like that would never happen in real life. So I'll have to save it for my fantasy collection.

His fingers trail delicately up my spine, tripping along the ridges of my vertebrae. I allow myself to melt a little into his embrace, my eyes closed tightly so as not to awaken and discover the reality of being alone.

"Kiss me, Olivia," he begs. I roll to my back and pull him down over me, our mouths melding in a passionate kiss. It's even better than in my dreams. But something about it is different. Pushing the thought aside, I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth to tease him.

"I needed you," I admit. "I needed your hands on my body," I admit. I rest my hands over his chest, and I can't get over how real he feels.

"I'm here now," he growls low enough to startle me awake.

"Elliot? What – Wha—What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I came to say hi, see how you were holding up. You were writhing around groaning my name. I was just trying to help," he says this with an innocent grin on his face, but I know he's nothing but trouble.

"There are about thirty thousand things wrong with this, Stabler," I warn. I'm trying to sound serious, but I'm still so hot and achy it's all I can do not to whip my gown over my head and beg him to fuck me.

"Like what?" he asks.

"We're in a hospital, for one," I say.

"Door's locked," he counters.

"You're still weak from earlier," I attempt.

"Surprisingly enough, I've never felt better," he teases.

"Uh… you interrupted my fantasy," I offer lamely.

"You've got me there. I did interrupt your fantasy with the real thing. I'm a pretty horrible person," he says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes. "We're partners," I finish. This is always the kicker. This is what has always kept me from making a move.

"Yet another reason why we seem to work so well together," he grins, trailing kisses down my neck. He tugs at the top of the blue dotted gown I'm wearing to lick a trail to my breasts. I arch my back involuntarily and my eyes slide shut again. "I take it you're done complaining," he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"You're sure the door's locked," I ask.

"Door's locked and I passed your nurse's aide on my way in. They won't be back to bother us for quite awhile," he grins.

"El, this has to be a one-time thing," I say, still trying to keep a wall up around me.

"Liv, with us, it'll never be a one-time thing."

I concede his point with a nod.

"Now will you please shut up so I can kiss you?"

I relax back into the pillows with a grin. "Do what you've gotta do, Detective," I say.

He comes at me with a growl, his lips crashing into mine with a ferocity I've always known he possessed. A man as intense as Elliot wouldn't be one to be lazy in bed any more than he is in interrogation. Our tongues tangle and I can feel his erection grow heavier and hotter against my leg. I shift so he comes to rest between my thighs and I sigh happily. I slide my fingers into the short dark hair at the back of his neck and grip his head tightly. I don't want to ever lose contact with his lips. But soon after, I do, as he moves to press hot kisses to my throat. His fingers drift across my thigh and sneak under the paper-thin gown I'm wearing.

"What is it with people and not wearing underwear under these things?" he asks after he finds me wet to his touch.

"Do you make a habit of seducing women in hospitals, Detective Stabler?" I ask dryly.

"Only the sexy ones," he says.

"That's comforting, thank you," I groan.

"You didn't let me finish. "The sexy ones. With big brown eyes I could get lost in. And soft brown curls I love tangling my fingers in. And faded scars to remind me how much they mean to me," he says, gently kissing the scar I earned from Gitano's knife. "And a body," he begins again, pumping a finger against my clit. "So smoking," he continues, curling a second finger against my G-spot. "that I think I might spontaneously combust whenever she looks at me."

"Well that narrows it down," I try to say it sarcastically, but my voice betrays me and cracks slightly.

"Sure does," he replies. "Narrows it right down to Olivia Benson."

"What if she doesn't want you to seduce her?" I ask.

"What would she prefer?" he grins.

"She'd prefer it if you'd please fuck her," I groan. The dirty word catches him off guard and his fingers bump against my g-spot, making me groan louder. "Oh, Elliot."

"Shhh," he whispers. "The walls in this place are still paper-thin, so unless you want some doctor busting in here because you sound like you're getting killed, try to keep it down just a little," he advises. "But when I get you home, I'll have you screaming like a banshee in no time."

"I might have to dig my nails in to your back to keep from screaming," I warn.

"Scratch me all you want baby. Draw blood, leave bruises, I'll wear all the marks you put on my body with pride." His thumb swipes my clit and I'm doing just that, my short, manicured nails digging into his lower back right above his ass. My hips buck up into his hand and I know he can feel the wetness coating his fingers.

"El. I want you in me when I come," I beg.

"Which time?" he asks. That question itself is nearly enough to send me over the edge, but I want to stave off the orgasm as long as I can. I tighten my muscles against his fingers and his eyes widen as he kisses me deeply. "I don't suppose they keep condoms in the nightstand here," he asks, the realization of no protection hitting him suddenly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm still on the pill," I say, but for a moment, the idea of being heavy and swollen with his baby dances through my mind. I can honestly say I wouldn't mind if I got pregnant. It would force us to make some changes, that's for sure, but I love Elliot, and I know on some level he loves me. We'd be okay parents, right? "Elliot, I'm done screwing around. I want you inside me. Now," I order. He grins at me and shifts so he's poised at my entrance. He thrusts in and almost as soon as he's there, I'm coming. "Ohhhhhhhhh, El," I groan. "Don't stop, baby. I love it, I want it so bad, El."

He thrusts in and out quickly, our tongues dueling for control and mimicking what's going on under the sheets. He thrusts in so hard one last time, I think I'm going to break in half. I come again, this time, taking his hand and pulling him over the edge with me. He buries his face between my breasts in order to squelch his screams a little bit.

When he comes back down, he pulls me into his embrace tightly and kisses the top of my head.

"I love you," he whispers when he thinks I'm asleep. I trail my fingernails lightly on his muscular forearm.

"I love you," I grin, kissing his chest softly.

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A/N: Yay! Kinseysmut! Hope you liked! Please forgive any suckiness, it's 3 am! I love you guys! Let me know if it was good!