A/N: An attempt, a failure, an acceptance

DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters are owned by Dick Wolf. This story is owned by TStabler©

"You're risking your license for these people." Ryan looked at his girlfriend, buttoning up her shirt, and he shook his head. "I don't get you."

"Olivia is my best friend," Rebecca said, standing. She reached for her pants, slipping them on. "I want her to be happy. I want her to make up for all the years of abuse, neglect, and shitty relationships she's had."

"By feeding her partner's unhealthy addiction to sex?" Ryan asked, stunned. "You know better than anyone that…"

Rebecca scoffed, interrupting him. "It's not a hostile or criminal addiction," she said. "He's addicted to her, Ry. Just her. He is no danger of committing any crime, or hurting anyone else."

Ryan shook his head. "You are fucking with the wrong fucking people, Beck. You're gonna get fucked."

Rebecca smirked at him. "I already have been," she said, seductive and smirking. "By you. And it was fantastic."

Ryan chuckled. "All right, use your charm to get me to back off, I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I deal with sex every day, Ryan. In all its deviant forms." She kissed him and walked toward the door. "There is nothing deviant about what Olivia and Elliot are doing. Eventually their bodies are going to wear out and they'll have to slow down. Until I see that there's a legitimate problem with Elliot, I'm not treating this as severe addiction."

"Becky! You told them to role play!" Ryan yelled, rolling his eyes. "That's feeding his addiction. Isn't it?"

"No," Rebecca said, sighing. "If it works, it'll calm him down."

Ryan shook his head, straightening his hat. "It won't work," he said. "They're deeper than that, can handle more, I think…"

"How do you know?" Rebecca asked, folding her arms.

Ryan smirked. "They're the lead detectives in my precinct, I used to run the lab for them, do you know how much time I spent with them? If they have any kind of fetish, it is not playing dress up. Look at what they do for a living, Beck, I mean, they're gonna wanna make it hot, romantic, less sick and twisted than what they deal with at work."

Rebecca tilted her head. "You are…a genius," she said, kissing him again. "Thank you." She tapped him on the nose and walked out of her office, meeting Olivia for lunch.

She walked into the café, looked around, and saw her friend, sitting with a tall drink. She sat, saying nothing, and looked at her. "I have solved your problem."

"Rebecca," Olivia said, holding up a hand, "Look, I love you, I do, but I don't want my therapist right now, I want my friend. I really need to just…talk to you."

Rebecca blinked, seeing that Olivia didn't look so good. "What happened?"

Olivia bit her lip, shook her head, and said, "The closet. We fucked in the closet last night, after his daughter almost caught us." She rolled her eyes and said, "This morning Maureen asked me to keep an eye on him, She said he was only holding it together for her and the other kids, and she had a feeling he would break down if…"

"So his children really don't know?" Rebecca asked, cutting her off.

Olivia shook her head. "No," she whispered, sipping her drink. "And what's going on with us…the sex is amazing, I'm not saying it's not, but…"

"You feel like that's all there is," Rebecca said, nodding. "Love, the man has a problem, and until we sort it out sex is going to be the primary focus here. You know he loves you, and you know this is more than that."

"We can't talk about it, we can't go anywhere together, we can't even hold hands or kiss in the house when the kids are awake, they'll flip." She sipped her drink again. "Lizzie actually…her exact words were, 'Liv, I want my Dad to be happy, but I think it's gonna be real nice to see him be himself for a while." She chuckled and said, "By himself. They don't want him…"

"What do you want? What does he want?" Rebecca asked.

Olivia smiled. "I want him. All of him. I want to be there for him, I want to love him, Becks. I don't want to have to hide the fact that I'm finally happy from the rest of the world. My whole world changed and I have to pretend it didn't. For the first time in my life I have this incredible, emotional sex-life and I can't talk about it. Well, except with you."

Rebecca sighed. "I have to be honest with you, I haven't exactly been doing everything I could to try to...help."

Olivia laughed. "Thank God you can admit it," she said.

"You…you knew?" Rebecca asked, stunned. "Olivia, I never meant to…"

"Please, you knew what you were doing." Olivia handed the waiter the menu and ordered a sandwich, then looked back at Rebecca. "You were giving us tips that George only gave people who had the completely opposite problem."

"I wanted you to have him, Olivia," Rebecca sighed. "You've wanted him for years, and when I found out he wanted you, in every possible way, I did what I could to…"

"Keep him addicted? Why?" Olivia asked, shaking her head in disbelief. "You thought he'd leave? Or I'd run?"

Rebecca slumped in her seat. "You've always run," she said. "I thought if he was absolutely dependent on you, needed you, you'd stay for him. You deserve…"

"Ya know what?" Olivia interrupted, "I'm not hungry anymore." She threw down a twenty dollar bill as she rose, and she sighed. "Thank you. You did it. I can't leave him, Becks. Because I'm just as addicted as he is now."

Rebecca ran a hand through her hair and watched Olivia leave, angry. She didn't even get a chance to suggest their next step.

Elliot was anxious, irritable, trying to get his work done, but snapping at everyone at the same time. "That's not the point!" he yelled at Munch. "This prick is obviously getting in and out of the school unnoticed, so he's either a staff member, a student, or invisible!"

Olivia, hungry from skipping lunch, was also on edge, but watching him fly off the handle was wearing her out. She closed her eyes and snapped, "Enough, Elliot!" She opened her eyes, met his shocked face, and said, "Can I talk to you, please? Upstairs."

Elliot poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, annoyed, and he tilted his head. "You got something to say to me, Benson, you say it."

"Fine," Olivia said. "You're being a real dick, and you need to calm the fuck down."

Elliot's eyes flashed something between anger and lust. "Right, upstairs," he said, gesturing to the steps. He stalked up them, knowing she was following him, and he threw the door to the bunkroom open. "What?" he hissed.

Olivia slammed the door behind her and said, "It's affecting your mood now!"

"It always has!" he yelled. "Why the fuck do you think I got so pissy all the time? Ever notice that I'm more of an asshole when I'm with you in an interrogation, or when I'm alone in one and I'm thinking about you, wondering why you're not there? It's because…"

She pulled him to her and kissed him. "Because of this?" she asked, whispering against his lips. "Because you want me," she told him, skimming her hands down his body. "Because you need me."

"Fuck, Liv, yes," he hissed, grabbing her hips and stopped her from moving. "You know it." He turned her and slammed her into the wall. He yanked her pants down ungracefully and said, "You need me just as much. I'm sorry I did this to you, but I'm fucking loving it."

She laughed and cupped his face, pressing her lips to his as he worked their pants off. "I talked to George," she moaned, feeling his hand slip through her folds.

"God, you're dripping," he chuckled. "What did he say?" He pushed his boxers down and slipped a finger into her, twisting, getting her ready. "Tell me, baby," he said, listening to her moans.

She groaned as he added another finger. "He said you…God, El, he said that you need to talk to him. He wants you to meditate, take some kind of vitamin," she said, still kissing him.

He grabbed a hold of his stiffened member, lined up at her entrance, and removed his fingers. He brought them to his lips and sucked them, making her roll her eyes and bite her lip. "What if I don't, baby?" he asked, whispering as he pushed just his tip into her.

"Oh, God, El," she cried softly. "I don't know, I was talking about me, mostly. He said that this is…oh, shit, baby," she paused to close her eyes and breathe as he pushed further in. "This is a psychological dependency manifesting itself as physical addiction. Because…because I've been in love with you for so long, and couldn't have you."

"Really?" he whispered, cocky, as he thrust forward, sheathing into her completely. "How do we stop it?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. "We don't," she said softly, her head thrown back into the wall behind her and a grin on her face. "God, you feel so fucking wonderful."

"Mmm, baby, you're always so hot and tight," he said, nipping at her neck. "And so wet. I love it. I love you." He kissed and bit at the skin of her neck, moaning as he slid out all the way and inched back in slowly. "Did he say this was a problem? Are we in trouble here?"

She shook her head again. "He told me…oh, Jesus, Elliot. He told me that this is probably a result of our desire to make sure sex is special, and pleasurable, because every day we see…"

"Makes sense," he mumbled, interrupting as he bit around her pulse. "I couldn't even touch Kathy without thinking about a case. And then to stop thinking about work, I had to think about you. And that did it. Thinking about you…us…that's what…" he grunted and moved faster, harder.

"Fuck, Elliot!" Olivia gasped, her body moving up and down against the wall as he filled her. "God, baby, so…fucking…" she bent her head, bit his shoulder, and screamed.

He laughed. "Yeah, baby, that's it." He pressed her into the wall, hitting into her. "Bite me all you want, honey." He grunted as he thrust his hips, he ran his fingers through her hair and moaned her name.

She bit harder, starting to shake. "El," she moaned, muffled by his shoulder. She whined and her body tightened, she felt it burning and aching.

"Let go, baby," he said, pulling her hair and lifting her head. "Let go." He kissed her and slowed his pace but kept up the hard, deep strokes. He saw her eyes widen and her mouth open and he slammed his mouth over hers, letting her clench around him. She dug her nails into his back and he grunted into their kiss.

She shook as she came, holding onto him, kissing him, every negative thought flying from her mind. She whimpered as he kept moving, trying to finish himself off and bring her to a glorious second orgasm. "Oh, God," she grunted, trying not to lose it.

"Liv, baby," he whispered, burying his head in the crook of her neck, "Oh, Jesus, Liv." He thrust into her and moaned, long and low, as he shot hotly into her. "Oh, baby," he whispered, rubbing her body with his hands, calming them both down.

He dropped her gently to the floor and he looked at her, smiling. "So, was it wonderful?"

"Always," she said, returning his smile. She kissed him slowly and pulled away, then bent to pick up her pants. She was almost fully dressed, as was he, and they were about to share another sweet kiss when the door swung open.

Both heads turned, and they both stood still, silent. Elliot cleared his throat and tried to smile as he said, "Hey, Cap."

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