Elliot was working hard to keep his hands from roaming…he was trying to focus on just kissing her, but he knew this was going to reach a point where he definitely was not going to want to stop. Olivia was moaning beneath him and he couldn't help but press his hard-on into her thigh.

He broke the kiss and dropped his face down to her ear. "God Liv."

Olivia shuddered as he whispered in her ear. God, she wanted him to touch her…everywhere. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. She could feel the liquid heat between her legs, and when he pressed himself against her, she almost lost her resolve.

Elliot pulled back and sat up at the end of the couch, putting her feet in his lap. He sighed heavily and she sat up, scooting into the corner on the other end of the couch. Elliot looked over at her, and took in her messy hair and swollen lips. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing a little heavier and he smiled, knowing he had done that to her.

"God Liv. You're beautiful."

Olivia rolled her eyes, embarrassed by Elliot's words. "El…" she said, in a tone meant to tell him to knock it off.

"Hey" he said, reaching his hand out towards her. She took it and he looked at her intently. "I get to tell you things like that now." He smiled. "And I mean it. I've wanted to tell you that for a long time."

Olivia looked away. She had certainly had men tell her she was beautiful, but this was Elliot. She didn't know how to handle it.

He tugged at her hands and she fell towards him, and he pulled her onto his lap so she was sitting sideways. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her nose. "You're beautiful Liv." He reached up with his other hand and put it under her chin, lifting her face up so his eyes met hers. "And I'm going to keep telling you that."

She reached up and placed a hand on his cheek. "You're not so bad yourself." She leaned in and kissed him, shifting slightly in his lap. Elliot groaned and Olivia grimaced.

"Sorry." She climbed off his lap and settled on the couch next to him.

He stood up. "I'll be right back." He said, headed towards the bathroom. He had to get himself under control, and having her moving on his lap wasn't helping his situation.

Olivia watched him as he walked, noting his discomfort. She went into the kitchen and got two beers out of the fridge. Maybe they could watch a movie or a game or something. There definitely couldn't be any more kissing.

Elliot came back about ten minutes later.

"Everything OK?" Olivia asked, raising her eyebrows and handing him a beer.

Elliot nodded, smiling tightly. "Perfect." He took a big swig of beer and looked over at her and sighed. "Everything's great."

"Do you want to watch a movie or see if there's a game on?" Olivia asked.

"How about we go on our first official date. Let's go out and grab a bite to eat." Elliot said. He needed to get out of the apartment and get some fresh air.

"Actually, that sounds great." Olivia said. "I'm just going to throw some jeans on." She went in the bedroom and changed into her jeans. She went into her bathroom and fixed her hair and make-up. She came out of the bathroom.

"I'm ready."

The walked to a small diner that was close to Olivia's apartment and they enjoyed a quiet dinner. They'd eaten together a hundred times before, and this was no different. Olivia had worried that it would seem odd, but they fell into their normal banter and it was just nice to spend time together. When they were done, they walked back to Olivia's apartment, and Elliot snagged her hand as they walked. Olivia smiled up at him, amazed at how such a little thing like holding hands could be so wonderful.

When they got back to Olivia's apartment, Elliot walked her up to her door. She opened the door and waited for him to follow her in, but he stopped. He snagged her arm and she turned back towards him.

"You're not coming in?" she asked.

"I think I'm going to go." He said.

Olivia grabbed him around the waist and pulled him towards her, capturing his lips with hers. Elliot rested his hands on her waist, and then slid them up her sides until he had one hand cupping her head and the other dropped back to her waist. He drove his tongue into her mouth and Olivia moaned. He pulled back quickly and put his forehead against hers.

"I have to go." He said, his voice hoarse. "This is killing me you know."

Olivia smiled as she pulled away. "You think this is easy for me?" she said.

Elliot let out a breath through pursed lips. "No." He smiled at her. "Then I guess I won't be the only one lying awake tonight." He said, a smirk on his face.

Olivia gave him a mischievous smile. "I'll sleep just fine." She walked into her apartment and shut the door, leaving him standing in the hallway.

EOEOEOEOEO

When Elliot arrived at the precinct the next morning, Olivia was already at her desk. He set down a cup of coffee and a bag from the bakery on her desk, and moved around to his desk.

"Good morning." He said, as he sat down in his chair and took the top off his cup of coffee.

"Good morning." Olivia said, opening up the bakery bag. "What did you bring me today? Hmm. A blueberry muffin. My favorite."

"Just trying to start your week out right." Elliot said, giving her a quick smile. "How did you sleep last night?" he asked.

"Like a baby." She said, smiling sweetly. She was actually lying through her teeth, because it took quite a while to get thoughts of Elliot out of her mind and to ignore the ache between her legs. She was about to ask him the same thing when Fin and Munch walked into the squad room. That ended the conversation. One thing Elliot and Olivia had agreed on was that they were definitely going to keep this between the two of them. There was too much at stake and they had to be careful not to let anything slip.

They all grouped together and discussed a case that Fin and Munch had caught over the weekend. They were gathered around the board, while Fin filled them in on the vic and her description of what had happened.

They were interrupted by someone calling out Olivia's name. "Delivery for Olivia Benson."

Olivia stood up and saw a young kid with a flower delivery. She shot a quick glance at Elliot and then back to the flowers. "I'm Olivia Benson." The kid had her sign his clipboard and handed her the flowers. She set them on her desk and peeled back he wrapping, uncovering a dozen, long stemmed red roses.

"Whoa!" said Fin. "Someone's got a new boyfriend."

"A dozen red roses? He must have hit a home run this weekend." Said Munch, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up Munch." Said Elliot, clearly annoyed.

"What?" said Munch. "I'm not shelling out that kind of money unless I get laid." He turned to Olivia. "Care to share the details?"

Olivia shot him a dirty look.

"What? I have to live vicariously through you."

Fin threw a wadded up piece of paper at Munch and Elliot told him to shut up again.

Olivia pretty much ignored them as she opened up the card.

Oliva. Thanks for a wonderful weekend. Looking forward to spending more time with you. Adam.

Olivia groaned inwardly. She'd completely forgotten about Adam. She sat down in her chair. She felt incredibly guilty. She had had Adam in her apartment yesterday afternoon. She'd been kissing him and making plans with him. And just a few hours later, she was telling Elliot that she loved him. She sighed. She felt horrible about how she had used Adam. She hadn't really intended to. She really was trying to move on. She had to call him.

She grabbed her phone and stood up. "I'll be right back." She said. She risked a glance at Elliot and saw a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite place. A mix of anger and jealousy? She wasn't sure.

"Going to call lover boy?" asked Munch.

"Shut up Munch." Said Fin and Elliot simultaneously.

Olivia walked out into the hall and dialed Adam's number. He answered on the second ring, and Olivia felt horrible when she heard the happiness in his voice.

"Hi Olivia. They must have delivered the roses." He said. "I hope you liked them."

"I did. Thank you. That was very sweet." She said.

"You're very welcome. So is there any particular night that works better for you this week?" Adam asked. "I found a new restaurant that I want to try."

"Adam…" Olivia started. "I'm really sorry, but…" This was harder than she thought it would be. She'd broken dates before; broken off relationships before. But this seemed different.

"If you can't go this week, I understand. Just pick a day and I'll be there."

God, he was making this even harder. "It's not that. I really had a good time with you Adam, but something's come up and I'm just not going to be able to go out with you."

She heard Adam hesitate on the other end of the line. "But I don't understand. I thought we were getting along great. Just yesterday…I mean, everything seemed fine when I left."

"I know. I'm sorry." Olivia didn't know what else to say. "I'm sorry."

"Can we get together and have a drink at least? Talk about this?"

"Adam. I don't think that's a good idea." Olivia said. Olivia saw Elliot poke his head around the door, one eyebrow raised. "Adam, I have to go. I'm really sorry." She hung up the phone and headed back into the squad room.

"Everything OK?" Elliot asked. He must have known she was talking to Adam.

She nodded. "I guess."

They rejoined the discussion about the case and Munch didn't say another word to her. She didn't notice until a little later that the flowers were gone.

EOEOEOEOEO

They'd been working through the case, and had divided up responsibilities. Elliot and Olivia were going to go and re-canvass the neighborhood.

"Do you want to grab some lunch on the way?" Elliot asked.

Olivia shrugged. "Sure." She smiled at Elliot across from her. She was surprised how easy it was to slip back into their normal modes at work. No one would have ever guessed that they'd been making out like horny teenagers on her couch last night.

They left the precinct and headed out. When they got to the restaurant, they ordered their usual and settled in.

"So." Said Elliot. 'I assume those flowers were from Adam?"

Olivia nodded.

"Was that who you were talking to in the hallway?"

"You'll make a good detective one day." Olivia joked.

"Funny." Elliot said, making a face at her. "So what did you tell him?"

"What do you think I told him?" Olivia asked. Elliot didn't say anything. He just stared at her. "I told him that I couldn't see him anymore."

"And what did he say?" Elliot asked.

Olivia shrugged. She didn't really want to get into this with Elliot.

"You can't tell me?" he asked.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "What does it matter?"

"What happened to total honesty?"

"Elliot. It doesn't matter. It's done." She saw he was still just staring at her. "He wasn't happy. He didn't understand what had changed since yesterday."

Elliot looked at her for a moment. "I bet. Did you sleep with him?"

Olivia was shocked by the question. "What?"

"It's not a tough question. He was over at your apartment yesterday."

"I just met him less than a week ago. It was our second date."

Elliot shrugged. "I don't know about your personal life."

Olivia shook her head. She was upset that Elliot thought she'd slept with Adam already, but she had to admit that she'd had the occasional one night stand. And she did keep the details of her personal life from Elliot. She herself had a hard time believing she'd been kissing Adam, and then a few hours later, she'd been kissing Elliot. She didn't really owe him an answer, but she didn't want to start things this way.

"I'm trying really hard to not be extremely pissed off with you right now." Olivia said, her hands flat on the table. "It's really none of your business, but I did not sleep with Adam."

Elliot visibly relaxed. This morning, when the flowers had arrived, he had known they were from Adam. And he really hadn't thought much of it until Munch said something. And then it was all he could think about. He tried to talk himself out of asking her, but the thought wouldn't leave his mind. He pictured Olivia kissing Adam…maybe taking him to bed, and he couldn't stop himself.

"Liv. I'm sorry." He scrubbed his hand over his face. "I know it's none of my business but I just had to ask. I just had to know."

"Yeah? Well, don't get used to it. I'm not about to tell you my entire sexual history." She relaxed a little.

"I'll tell you mine." Elliot said.

Olivia laughed, because she knew he'd only ever slept with Kathy. "Somehow I don't think that's an even trade."

They finished up their lunch and headed out to get back to work.

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