A/N: This is for modfeminist85. A songfic, at her request.

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and its characters. TStabler© owns the narrative, dialogue and plot of this story. "Can't Fight This Feeling" is by REO Speedwagon.

Eleven-forty-five on a Friday night, and there she was, as usual, sitting at her desk, typing, reading, doing anything she could to avoid going home and sleeping. Or not sleeping as it were. If she even tried to close her eyes she'd only see his face, hear his voice, hell, she'd fucking smell him. She squeezed the bridge of her nose, realizing that she was thinking of him while she was wide awake now, and that just wouldn't do. When it was a subconscious thing, she could handle it. Having to admit she loved him when she was fully aware was something of which she was petrified.

She blinked her eyes back open and shook her head, looking down at her open file, but her eyes moved, on their own, to the framed photo on her desk. Her with her arms around him. Some police function or another. They looked happy, and some might say they looked like they were in love. She knew, though, that as much as she loved him, the possibility of him loving her was slim.

"Get over it, Benson," she chided herself, getting out of her seat to get a cup of coffee. She stopped at Munch's desk to flip on the radio perched on the corner. As soon as she heard the beginning of the song, she rolled her eyes. "Wonderful," she muttered. She grabbed her coffee and walked back to her desk, sitting down just as the song kicked into full force.

She looked back at the photo, smiling, as she heard the words to the song.

I can't fight this feeling any longer. And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow. What started out as friendship, has grown stronger. I only wish I had the strength to let it show

"Ain't that the goddamn truth," she mumbled, signing her DD-five. She sipped her coffee and typed some more, humming along with the song that, for some reason, was hitting her right in the heart.

And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window, On a cold, dark winters night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

"Not as close as I wanna be," she responded to the radio. "Why the hell am I talking to the fucking radio?" she asked herself.

"Because there's no one else here," she heard his voice say. For a moment, she thought it was in her head. She looked up, cautiously, and saw him standing in the doorway. Their eyes met, just as the chorus to the song rang through the quiet, empty bullpen.

And I cant fight this feeling anymore. I've forgotten what I started fighting for. It's time to bring this ship into the shore, and throw away the oars. Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore.

"REO Speedwagon," Elliot said, walking in further, walking toward her. "I like this song," he said as he stood right next to her desk. "Dance with me?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "What?" she asked, looking into his eyes.

"Dance with me," he said, a command this time, as he grabbed her hands and pulled her up. He wrapped one hand around her waist, and the other held her hand gently. As they swayed back and forth to the music, Elliot looked into her eyes, and sang. "My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you. I've been running round in circles in my mind, and it always seems that I'm following you, girl. Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find."

"You're singing," Olivia said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Inside, though, she was nervous. He was giving her chills, and butterflies, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now. "You come in here, in the middle of the night, and instead of offering to help me with paperwork, you make me dance, and now you're singing."

Elliot nodded, smiling, as he moved a bit closer to her, a breath away, and serenaded her with the next verse. "And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night, and I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might."

A shiver ran up Olivia's spine, she squeezed his hand absently, and was surprised when he pulled her closer, holding her tighter, as he sang, "And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I've forgotten what I started fighting for. It's time to bring this ship into the shore and throw away the oars," he paused, letting the music play, then he stopped dancing. He held her in his arms, perfectly still, and said, "I really can't fight it anymore, Liv."

"Um, what?" Olivia asked, struggling to breathe. Her heart stopped. he wasn't doing what she thought he was doing. Was he?

"Liv," Elliot whispered, gazing into her eyes, "Just stop fighting it, baby."

Olivia felt his hands move, wrapping around her body. She felt one hand sliding up her back, coming to rest on the back of her neck. She felt him push, ever-so-gently, on her head, moving her lips closer to his. And when they touched, it was magical. She barely heard the rest of the song playing.

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore. I've forgotten what I started fighting for. It's time to bring this ship into the shore, and throw away the oars, cause baby I can't fight this feeling anymore.

She gasped when he ran his tongue along the top of her bottom lip, and in doing so she gave him access to her mouth, and he took it. Deepening the kiss, holding her tight, she heard him moan. That noise, that sound, woke her body up. Her own hands, now acting of their own volition, skimmed up his body. She entangled one hand in the short hair on the back of his head, and the other clutched tightly onto his back. She was holding him as if he'd disappear in a moment.

Blinded by emotion, Elliot spun Olivia around and pushed her up against the lockers behind her desk. He kissed her harder, deeper, as his hands roamed, touched, and grabbed every part of her body. He pulled away from the kiss, only due to lack of oxygen, and looked into her shocked, open, brown eyes. "That song, Liv, is what I've been feeling for you for years, exactly," he said to her, breathing heavily from that mind-blowing kiss. "I want to really feel it now, Liv. I don't wanna fight it anymore, that's why I came back here."

"You…I…what?" Olivia asked, stammering. How did he expect her to think after the way he kissed her?

Elliot chuckled. "I actually went to your place first," he said with a shrug. "But when you weren't there, I came here. I wanna be with you, Liv. I wanna wake up next you every morning, and go to sleep next you every night, and with the hours in between, when we're not at work, I wanna make love to you, over and over again. You're all I think about, even when I probably shouldn't be thinking about you. If I'm having a bad day, Liv, you get me through it. If I'm pissed off at every goddamn thing, you calm me down. If I'm happy, Liv, it's probably because of you. Olivia, I love you, and I'm so sick and tired of pretending I don't."

Olivia didn't even realize she was crying until Elliot brushed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the tears. She wanted to ask about his wife, his kids, the life he'd be leaving behind, but she had waited so long to hear him say that he loved her, she didn't want to ruin it. She settled for a whispered, "I love you, too."

"Good, because I would really hate it if I just signed those damn divorce papers for nothing," he told her with a smirk. He pressed his body into hers, pinning her against the lockers, and slanted his mouth over hers. This time, he didn't need to prod, she gave herself to him willingly, and her hands, more sure of themselves, gripped him strongly. One on the back of his head and one snaking its way down to his ass. He bucked into her when she squeezed, and they moaned and chuckled against their kiss, relieved that they could find playfulness in the midst of all the emotion. It was years of repressed love and tension being released into an Earth-stopping kiss.

Cragen stepped out of his office, heading home for the night, and stopped when he saw his two best detectives locked in a passionate kiss against the lockers. He smirked, knowing that they just couldn't fight their feelings anymore, and relieved that they no longer had to. "Maybe now everyone can stop taking bets on you two, and we can some fucking work done around here," he muttered as he walked out of the bullpen.

Olivia and Elliot didn't hear him. They were, after all, a bit busy.

A/N: Sweet and Fluffy, no?