A/N: What do you do when you realize you can't trust one of the only people you've ever really confided in?
DISCLAIMER: SVU and related characters/ideas belong to Dick Wolf. Original plot and dialogue belong to TStabler©
"Hey," he whispered, trailing his lips over hers. "Baby," he murmured again, his hands sliding over her stomach.
She moaned softly, turning over slightly, not loving the interruption. She was having an amazing dream. He was with her, and his hands and lips were doing incredible things to her. She didn't want to wake up. Not at all.
"Honey," his voice teased again. His fingers skidded over her thighs, down her legs, raising goosebumps.
One eye opened, another soft moan escaped, she realized she wasn't dreaming. "Morning," she uttered, a smile crossing her face.
"Not yet," he said, grinning smugly.
"What time is it?" she asked as her fingers scratched through his hair.
He moaned as he licked a long swipe up her neck. "Almost three," he said, lowering his lips, finding new skin to explore, raising new goosebumps. "I woke up with this…incredible craving."
"For this?" she mumbled, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as he nibbled at her flesh.
"No," he said. "For chocolate, but we ate it all. This comes in a very close second, though," he teased, moving lower still.
She bit down on her lip, trying to stay quiet, and she raised an eyebrow, questioning him.
"I'm kidding," he told her. "I woke up and wanted you, baby. Just you."
She reached down and slipped her hand into his, holding it tightly as his tongue explored her body. She had a brief flash of the first time he had loved her like this, in her apartment, years ago, after several drinks and a lot of greasy food. She rolled her head to the side and remembered feeling everything and nothing all at once, loving and hating it because it was so wrong and so right.
As she opened her eyes and met his hazy, drugged eyes, she realized it felt the same. Just as powerful, just as intense, just as confusing but just as perfect. The fingers on her free hand skimmed up his back, over his neck, wound into his hair, and she whispered, "Good Lord, El."
He chuckled, the vibrations of his voice sending more shivers throughout her body. "The way you taste…" he grumbled, then grunted, forgoing the rest of his words for actions.
She arched her back as he licked her deeper, she felt his fingertips digging into her flesh as he lavished her with attention, making her cry out his name. She pulled her hand out of his and grabbed the corner of her pillow, pulling and twisting until she had it wedged in her mouth, silencing her cries.
He looked up at her, and as he licked and sucked, he tore the pillow out of her mouth. "Let it all go, baby," he demanded. "I want to hear every sound you make."
She shook her head, biting her lip. Her hips rolled almost violently as he latched onto her clit, sucking hard. "Jesus, Elliot," she hissed, squeezing her eyes shut.
"You're in a fighting mood, aren't you?" he teased, smirking. He dropped his lips again, flicking his tongue over her clit faster, attempting to drive her insane, knowing he was doing a good job of it.
She felt it rush through her fast, overcoming her. She let a string of curses fly, she twisted his hair in her hand, and she moaned his name over and over until she stopped shaking. By that time, though, he was up, on top of her, inside of her, bringing on a second earth-shattering climax.
He grabbed her wrists, twisted them in one of his hands, and lifted them over her head, making her back arch even more than it was. "God," he breathed. "I love you."
She smiled at him as she moaned back an, "I love you, too."
They were blissfully unaware of their audience, sitting on a blanket on the beach, a pair of binoculars in his hand. He wasn't keeping his eyes only on them, though he hated to admit it was hard to look away. He was looking out for someone else, someone Elliot had told him to watch for, keeping them safe while they made the most of their trip.
He was looking for Cragen. Satisfied that there was no sign of him so far, he turned his attention back to the window, and he grinned. They were truly fascinating, he thought.
They'd somehow fallen deeper into the mattress, a while later, with her draped over him, and they laughed. A real, honest laugh. "Wow," he whispered, brushing her hair back as she nuzzled into his sweaty, heaving chest.
She hummed and nodded. "You said it," she whispered, licking her lips and trying to catch her breath.
He kissed her forehead and sighed. "I was thinking…"
"Uh-oh," she interrupted, joking.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Not about work," he said. "I was thinking, ya know, in a couple of months, maybe we should get married."
She propped herself up on her elbows and peered down at him, her body glistening with a sheen of perspiration caused by their intense sex moments before. "Did you hit your head on the bed or something?"
"I'm being serious, Liv," he said, staring up at her. "You flipped out when you found out the chance for a real wedding was ripped away from you…"
"Yeah," she broke in, "And I got over it. What we said that night, I may have been acting, but I…I wasn't. Everything I said, I said it to you. For you. I meant it." She ran her hand through her hair as she sat up. "You said it all back, and I saw it in your eyes, you meant it, too. So why would we need to go through it all again? That was as real as I needed it to be."
He raised an eyebrow, something was bothering her about it all, but he gave in. "All right," he said. "It was just a thought."
She exhaled, settled back in beside him, and said, "I'm happy, El. With the way things are now, the way things worked out, I'm happy."
He turned over and kissed her. "Me, too, baby. I just thought you'd want…"
"When I want something, I'll let you know," she told him with a smirk. She had just leaned her head up to kiss him when they heard the glass shatter.
They leaped out of the bed and dropped to the floor, feeling rather silly they were doing it all naked. "What the hell is happening?" she asked, over the sound of gunshots and more shattering glass.
Elliot crawled, low to the ground, over to his discarded pants. He pulled them on as fast as he could and grabbed his gun, and he ran over to the side of the room, peeking his head out from behind the curtain to look through the broken window. He saw the man he'd called, firing to his left. He watched the same man dodging bullets and he moved when one came flying through the window. "Shit," he hissed.
Olivia, now standing up, in her robe, with her own gun, was facing him from across the room against the wall. "What? What the hell…"
"Dean is out there. He's probably firing at Cragen, who's firing at us," he told her, exhaling.
"Dean?" Olivia questioned. "El, why would you…"
"Because we needed a backup plan, here, Liv!" he yelled. "I called Dean, told him your theory of Cragen setting us up, he believed me. He said that Cragen left the precinct almost as soon as we did." He moved fast, over to her, grabbing her and pulling her toward the door. "Andy did a phone dump, baby. There was never any phone call, never any threat."
She realized something, and her heart broke. "So the only way Cragen would have known about Franco, was if…"
"If he was in on it," Elliot finished, nodding. He pulled her out of the door, into the hallway, and led her up to the roof as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Cragen was Franco's inside man, the one who was stalling the case, making sure we were too busy with other things to handle it. When it went federal, and we got it anyway, he knew he was screwed."
"Franco called him," Olivia said, putting it together. "His one phone call when they took him in was to Cragen, probably asking him to make it go away."
"The only way to make it go away is to make us go away," Elliot said, pushing open the door to the roof. He threw her his phone and said, "Call Grant."
She raised an eyebrow. "There's no way he can land on this…"
"We don't have a choice, Liv!" he yelled. "We try to get out of here on foot and we're dead! You don't know how many people Cragen took with him."
She sighed and dialed. "I guess he can…hover. I'll call Marshall, too. Tell him to go get the rest of our stuff once the coast is clear."
Elliot smirked as she raised the phone to her ear. "I don't think you should bother getting your clothes."
She chuckled. "Only you would think about sex at a time like this," she chided.
"As long as you're wearing that flimsy piece of silk, baby, it's all I can think about." He kissed her, grabbed her hand, and said, "We're gonna be okay."
She nodded, dropped her head to his shoulder, and spoke into the phone. "Grant? Stabler. What do you mean which one? Who does it sound like?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head, saying, "We need you to get here as fast as you can, with the helicop…yeah, how did you know?"
She looked up, saw the chopper zooming closer, and she let out a soft laugh. "Sometimes being watched has its advantages."
A/N: The takedown of a lifetime, it changes everything. Elliot lets his rage get the best of him, and he may take it out on the worst possible person. Review here or on Twitter: TMG212