A/N: Don't blink. Don't speak. Don't move. Just feel.
DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and the characters; TStabler© owns the story you're about to read.
The room was silent, pitch dark. With the glow from the alarm clock now gone, the only light was a sliver filtering in from the crack of the door, and even that was a heavy amber, not enough to fully fill any space at all.
She felt his fingers grazing hers, his skin mingling with her own as she tried to focus on what she imagined would be the ceiling fan if she could see it. "When do you think they're gonna let us out of here?" she asked, sighing.
"Tomorrow morning," he said, certain. "They're keeping us from stopping Kathy," he spoke, though with gritted teeth, it was hard to understand.
She slid closer to him. "Do you think she's okay?" she whispered into the dark.
"I think she's crazy," he whispered back to her. "But she's fine."
She moved to her left, her hip fitting perfectly in the divot of his body. She turned onto her side, flushing against him. "Are you okay?" she said into his chest.
He linked his fingers with hers tightly, then dropped their joined hands to the bed. "I'm perfect," he told her, kissing her head. He placed soft kisses on her skin as he blindly searched for her lips, and when he found them, he smiled. "Better than perfect."
She moaned when he kissed her again, all thoughts flying from her mind, the only word from her mouth his name. "El," she breathed, her free hand curling into his back.
He returned her groans and soft, quick breaths as he adjusted on the bed. One leg looped over her body, the other worked its way between her thighs, and he moaned louder.
She gasped as she bucked, rocking against his strong limb. She felt him pull her up, onto him, and she chuckled.
Suddenly, being locked in a dark room while three cops stood just beyond the door didn't seem so bad.
"So you're Stabler's wife," a handsome, well-dressed man said, offering a hand to Kathy.
"I used to be," she said, slipping her hand into his. She sat beside him at the restaurant, narrowed her eyes, and took her hand back. "I hear you've got a bone to pick with him," she said, unzipping her evening bag.
Randolph Morrow smirked. "No, I want him out of the way," he said. "My business is with the woman."
"Olivia," Kathy said, nodding in understanding. "Then it seems we have a lot to offer each other." She leaned closer to him. "You and I obviously want the same thing, but you're going about it all wrong." She shuffled around in her bag as she continued. "You don't need to get rid of Elliot to get to her, I can help you."
Morrow snorted. "Listen, sweetheart, you just go back to your kitchen and let me handle the big boy stuff." He took a sip of his water, a wedge of lemon neatly split over the side of the glass. "Wouldn't want you to break a nail."
"You don't understand," She pulled a folded piece of paper out of her bag and slid it toward him. "Just take me back with you, we can work it out."
Morrow blinked, then looked down at Kathy's fingers tapping over the white paper. He took the note, unfolded it, and the smirk curled up into a full smile. "Right," he said, giving her a nod. He looked around, lifted his left hand into the air, and said, "Check please?"
"Why here?" the redhead asked, sipping her fruity drink and looking across the table at Fin. "Why now?"
Fin sipped his beer. "Here," he said, "Because it's close to where I need to be in an hour. Now, well, now because I don't know how much time I got left." He took another sip of his beer. "Someone might be out there tryin' to figure out how to blow me up, too."
The woman smiled, running a long finger along the edge of her glass. "I doubt it," she said. She cleared her throat and leaned over. "Just to be clear, this isn't a date."
Fin smirked. "Course not," he shrugged. "If it was a date we'd be in much nicer place, and it wouldn't be this late." He looked down, took a breath, and took her hand. "I just needed to see you. Tell you this, before I lost the nerve, or...ya know."
"You told me Stabler's fine," the woman said, tilting her head.
"He is," Fin said as he shook his head. "But this whole thing...got me thinkin' a lot. You gotta say whatever you need to say to people, because you never know if the last time you see 'em is gonna be...the last time you see 'em."
The redhead gave his hand a squeeze. "So tell me..."
"I got a thing for ya, Novak," he said before she could finish. "I don't care what beef you got with Benson or Stabler, this is about me and you. So what do ya think?"
Casey blinked. She looked up, caught the bartender's eye, and said, "Check, please?"
"You okay in there?" Amaro's voice called from the other side of the bedroom door.
Elliot curled one hand over Olivia's mouth as he thrust harder into her. "Just fine," he shouted back, grinning.
Olivia rolled her eyes, her fingers digging deeper into Elliot's shoulders. She mumbled something into his palm.
He chuckled as he moved, hitting deep inside of her, and yelled, "Maybe get us some water? With ice."
Amaro shouted an affirmative response, and Elliot slid his hand away from Olivia's mouth, replacing it with his lips. His kiss muffled her moans as his hands, now free, smoothed down her body and gripped her legs. He lifted them, hiking them up onto his hips. He felt her thighs tighten, her ankles hooking behind his back, and he twitched in pleasure as he moved faster.
She gripped him, her nails burrowing into his skin, and her body rose off the bed to meet every one of his eager thrusts. She heard their skin slapping together, felt the slight shove as their pelvises met with each hit, and she bit down on his bottom lip and pulled with a groan.
He grunted, one hand sweeping back up her glistening body to wind and twist in her hair. He growled her named lowly as his teeth sank into the dip of her neck near her collar bone and he slammed hard into her. He counted, five times, and felt her clench and pulse around him. He shut his eyes, suckling on her skin, and then he was gone.
Her back arched, her toes curled, her eyes rolled far back as she came. She held onto him, feeling him thrusting still, riding every wave he brought over her.
He grunted again and gave two more sharp slams, and he stilled. Panting, he lifted his head, leaving the purpling skin of her neck alone. He looked down at her, into her eyes, and he smiled.
She blinked slowly, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to breathe. She looked back up at him, a lazy smile on her lips matching his.
He kissed her again, slowly, calming both of them as his fingers twirled her hair and stroked her skin softly. They had almost forgotten where they were, when a knock on the door brought them back to reality.
She whimpered as he pulled himself away from her, but she grinned slyly as she watched him walk, naked, toward the door. She pursed her lips at him when he pulled on his sweatpants and tugged at the strings as he opened the door.
"Thanks, man," he said to Amaro, taking the two glasses of ice water from him. "You gonna let us know when we can come out and play?"
Amaro scoffed. "You're playing plenty in here," he chortled. Then he grew serious. "Besides, um, we're not exactly sure how safe you are here anymore."
"What are you talking about?" Elliot said, narrowing his eyes.
Amaro cleared his throat. "Just...pack, and...call your kids."
"Call my...what the fuck is going on?" Elliot fumed.
Amaro's eyes twitched. "Your wife got to Morrow," he said.
"Ex-wife," Elliot corrected. "What happened? Where's the girl? Is Kathy okay?"
"He let the girl go, like we thought he would," Amaro said, "But Kathy...she tossed her wire as soon as she could and our guys lost them a few blocks from the meet. We found a note she wrote to him in the trash at the restaurant, and...uh..." he coughed. "We're not exactly sure who's side she's really on."
Elliot shook his head and huffed. "Great," he said, biting his lip. "Fucking terrific." He slammed the door in Amaro's face and dropped back to the bed. He said nothing as he handed Olivia her water. "Don't say it," he said.
"Wasn't planning to," Olivia said, just before taking a nice, cold, drink.
"You're thinking it," he said, raising an eyebrow.
She swallowed and put her glass down on the end table. "I am not," she defended. She reached up and rested her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed, rubbing the tension out of his neck and back.
He turned to look at her over his shoulder and he moaned before questioning her. "Liv?"
She chuckled. "So, yeah, I'm thinking it," she said, working deeper into his muscles.
"Just say it," he sighed, dropping his head and moaning again.
She laughed as she dropped light kisses to his back and neck. She nipped at his earlobe, then whispered, "I told you so."
A/N: Kathy...good or evil? Find out...next.
