Wow, Elliot and Olivia have some things to work out, don't they? I really appreciate everyone's interest level and comments. I didn't really like this story after the first few chapters but people seem to be enjoying it, so I'll keep going as long as anyone wants me to.

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Olivia pulled her hands back from Elliot's after he kissed them, and slipped her legs beneath her so she was curled up in the corner of the couch. She put her hands in her lap, and didn't say anything for a full minute, considering everything Elliot had said.

Elliot sat back and watched her. He could tell she wanted to say something and was trying to figure out how to say it. She was biting her bottom lip and she let out a heavy sigh.

"Liv." He said, a slight question in the way he said it. He had pretty much said everything he wanted to say. He thought he had been pretty clear about he had felt, but obviously there was more on her mind. "Just say what you want to say."

Her eyes flicked up to his; her expression neutral. She pursed her lips together and reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Elliot." She paused again. "I heard everything you said. And I am sorry that I didn't come home after dinner, like I said I would. And that, at the very least, I didn't call you or text you to let you know where I was. I didn't mean to make you worry and the last thing I want is for you to feel like you're not important to me. That's crazy because this relationship is something I've wanted for a long time. And even though I stayed with Casey for what I thought were good reasons, I can see now how that was a bad decision."

Elliot listened to what she said, but he could hear the 'but' coming.

"But I'm upset that you still didn't trust me with Jack. That you still don't trust me."

"Liv, I do trust you."

"That's not true. On the phone last night, you accused me of having sex with him again."

"I told you I was sorry. I didn't really think that you had. I was angry."

"No. You didn't tell me you were sorry. You told me that you shouldn't have said it. Those are two different things. Plus. You just told me you'll never be OK with me being around him. If you trusted me, that wouldn't be an issue. You'd trust that I would handle him."

Elliot didn't have an answer for that. He hadn't apologized to her, and he didn't want her around Jack.

"Liv. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it. And it's not you I don't trust. It's him."

"Elliot. You've seen me take down suspects and perps. You've seen me handle all of kinds of trash talk, lewd looks and sexual innuendo. Why would you think I wouldn't be able to handle anything Jack threw at me?"

"You're right. You would." Elliot said, but he knew she didn't believe him by the look on her face.

"Elliot. You said you're sorry and you shouldn't have said it, but I'm not really sure there wasn't a part of you that thought I just might have slipped again. In fact, I'm not convinced this entire thing is about Jack. Is it? Or is it about the fact that I had sex with someone I'd just met?" Olivia stood up. "Because you seemed to indicate with your accusation last night that that's what you believe. That I'd just fuck him in the cab because I can't control myself." She stopped and turned to face him. "Do you think that of me? That my life has just been a series of one night stands? Sex with strange men I barely know? Because I have news for you…I don't do that. You don't know anything about my private life. My relationships…nothing."

"What about Brian Cassidy?" The words flew out of Elliot's mouth before he could stop it because she was right. He didn't know anything about her private life before him, especially her sex life. The only two factors he had to base an opinion on were Brian Cassidy and Jack Spencer. Two one night stands. He saw the shocked expression on her face and once again, he had gone too far. He stood up abruptly and rushed over to her before she could even react. He grabbed her upper arms and she twisted her body, trying to get out of his grip. Elliot held on to her tightly. "Liv. Hold on. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

She continued to try to fight against him. "You're an asshole."

He pulled her body close to his and wrapped his arms around her, killing any chance she had of moving away from him. She was rigid in his embrace and he could feel her seething.

"Olivia. I'm sorry. I'm a jealous ass. I just…" He leaned his head down into the crown of her head. "Liv, I've only ever slept with Kathy. And you know that. I've never been with anyone else until you. And it drives me crazy to think of you with other men…and just not knowing who. I mean, I've always found myself wondering if you slept with this person or that person when I see you're being friendly or I see someone flirting with you. I can't bear it." She still hadn't softened in his arms but he kept talking. "I know you're a grown woman, and that you've had relationships but I wish there had never been anyone else for you before me. I know it's stupid but it's just how I feel." He hesitated a moment before he continued. "And I think that Jack drives me crazy because I know you had sex with him. He's a visible reminder of one of the faceless men before me."

Olivia still hadn't relaxed her body against his, and he felt like an even bigger asshole for trapping her against him. He loosened his arms, effectively giving her an out, and she took it. She stepped out of his embrace, shooting him a wary look, and made her way back over to the couch. He turned to look at her as she sat down.

"What do you want me to say to that Elliot?" she sighed. "Do you want a list of men I've slept with? Would that make you feel better?"

"No!"

"Is this some kind of pathetic contest? Are you worried about how you measure up?"

"No!"

"Then I don't know what else I can say. I have a past. I've had relationships and I've had one night stands. I had a whole lifetime before I came to SVU, and after. So I know you don't like to think about that but that's life Elliot. You're just going to have to deal with it." She laughed harshly. "You know what's so ironic about this entire conversation? Do you know how many times I only had a first or second date with a guy and never made it any farther because they weren't you? How many men never made it into my bed because of you? Or how many times I did sleep with a guy just to try to get you out of my head?" She shook her head. "God El. For the last 5 years…maybe even longer…it's always been about you."

Elliot just stared at her…he didn't even know what to say.

Olivia stood up and walked over towards him. She poked a hand in his chest. "Elliot. I want you to listen to me because I'm not going to say this again." She punctuated each word with another poke of her fingers. "I don't want to have sex with anyone but you. Ever again. I have wanted this for as long as you have and I'm not going to let some asshole like Jack Spencer, or any other man, get between us. It's you…always you. Men will look at me. Men will make comments, ask me out and make crude suggestions. All you have to do is smile because you know that despite whatever thoughts they're having…you're the one in my bed at night. So please stop acting like a jealous asshole and take me to bed now. Show me that I made the right decision. I'm done with this conversation."

She turned away from him, missing the stunned look on his face. He was rooted to this spot, thinking about what she'd said. And she was right…he had to let it go. She was here now, with him. And she wanted to be with him. Forever. So why did he care about the men that came before him? As long as he was the last one to have her…they didn't matter.

He looked up and saw Olivia had turned and was looking at him, furrowing her brow. She lifted her t-shirt up and over her head and dropped it on the floor. She was standing in her tight bike shorts and her red sports bra and the thought cross his mind. Is that what she wears at the gym? I have to talk to her about that.

"Are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day Stabler?" There was a challenge in her voice. She put her hands on her hips and he could tell she was in a combative mood still. He strode over to her in three large strides and grabbed the back of her head with his hand, crashing his mouth down on hers. He forced her mouth open with his and drove his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard. Relentlessly. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her body against his, practically lifting her off the ground. He dropped his hand down to her ass and squeezed hard, massaging her cheeks as he pushed her body into his. Olivia moaned against his mouth and she was trying to pull back…to catch a breath. But he didn't let her. He pushed her body up against the wall, cushioning her head with his hand but driving her body into the wall, hard. He placed his leg between hers, and pushed up, giving her no choice but to spread her legs. He reached down and grabbed her knee, pulling it up to his side and pressing into her and she made a sound as he pushed into her against the wall. She was scratching at the bare skin on his shoulders, trying to push him off of her and he finally relented, releasing her mouth. She gasped, trying to take in a breath. But the pressure of his body against hers wouldn't allow her to fill her lungs completely and before she could catch her breath, he crashed his lips against hers again. She twisted her body against his, trying to push him back, but he continued devouring her mouth. She dug her nails into his shoulder and he broke the kiss, stepping back from her and dropping her leg in the process.

"Shit!" he said, looking at the blood on his shoulder.

She took in a deep breath now that his hard body wasn't pressed against hers. She narrowed her eyes at him as he stood a foot away from her, breathing hard. Her eyes flickered towards the bedroom and Elliot saw it, but he didn't want her in the bed. All of the emotion and frustration and anger was going to come out and this was going to be hard and fast. Before she could make a move, his body was on hers again. He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head with his hands, and captured her lips again. She opened her mouth to say something but he drove his tongue into her mouth again. She was pushing her body against his, seemingly in protest, but he could feel her breasts against his bare chest. Her erect nipples pressed against him and she was kissing him back. He held her hands with one of his and ran the other down her side, grazing her breast, and running down to her hip. He drove his hand between her legs and could feel the heat radiating from her core. He cupped her and she pushed herself into his hand. He reached up to the waistband of her shorts but they were too damned tight and he couldn't get his hand inside. He let go of her hands then and they dropped to his shoulders. He took both hands and hooked his hands in the waistband of her shorts, trying to pull them down. But he didn't have any leverage. He broke the kiss. "Fuck." He said. He dropped down, burying his face at the juncture of her legs, opening his mouth against her and a low moan escaped Olivia's mouth, going right to his groin. He didn't waste another second…he yanked her shorts down her legs and pulled them off, forcing her to step out of them. It was then that he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear and he groaned. He kissed her mound and ran both hands up the outside of her legs until he reached her hips. He pulled his mouth from her and pulled her entire body down with his as he fell on his back, forcing her to land on him to cushion the fall. But once he had her down, he rolled over so she was lying on her back.

"Shit." Olivia hissed when her body hit the cold, wood floor. "Elliot. I'm not..."

He quieted her with his mouth on hers and he pushed her legs apart with his. He rocked his hardened length into her, his jeans causing friction against her core and she moaned again. He ran his hand down between their bodies and slipped his fingers down between her folds, and he could feel the slickness there. There was no mistaking her desire and as he rubbed his fingers back and forth she moaned again.

"Fuck El." Her hands reached down and she tugged at the waistband of his jeans. "Take them off." She rasped.

"No." he said. He crashed his lips on her swollen lips again. He pulled back, breathing hard. "You told me to show you that you hadn't made a bad decision…so you're not in charge."

She pushed against his chest, but her attempt to push him off her was feeble, and he knew it. He dropped his lips against her collarbone and ran his tongue up to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe and then whispered in her ear. "You can pretend to protest as much as you want Olivia. But you like it; you like me taking charge. I'm going to fuck you hard Olivia. You're mine." A shudder went through Olivia's body at his words and she felt a pull in her groin. She was turned on as hell at this battle of wills between them and she wanted Elliot between her legs, fucking her like he promised. She didn't care where they were.

Elliot's lips had trailed down to her collarbone and he was trying to push the straps of her sports bra but they didn't budge. He grunted in frustration. "What the fuck?" he growled against her as his hands tried to massage her breasts through the materials. "This is like fucking body armor" he growled as he tried to get beneath the tight spandex. He sat up slightly, and grabbed the bottom of the bra, tugging at it and pulling it up and over Olivia's head. Her head dropped back against the floor with a dull thud and Olivia let out a small cry at the impact.

"Sorry." Elliot said but his mouth was back at her chest as he took one breast in his mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth across her nipple and Olivia rolled her hips up against his lower body. He kept massaging her other breast, flicking his thumb back and forth across her and the groans and moans coming from Olivia were causing a deep ache in his groin. He was so hard and he pressed against her through his jeans. He needed to take them off but he didn't want to stop what he was doing. He bit down lightly on her nipple and Olivia let out a string of curse words as her hips thrust into his one more time.

"Fuck Elliot. I can't…" her words trailed off in another moan as his teeth bit her lightly again and he could feel her entire body shuddering. He pulled his mouth and hands off her and moved his mouth back up to her ear.

"No. You're not getting off that easy. You have to wait for me."

"Fuck!" she swore at him and he knew how close she'd been. Her face and chest were flushed and she was breathing heavily and he smiled, capturing her lips again. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close as possible and raked her nails up and down his back. Her hands landed on the waistband of his jeans and she tugged at them as he continued to press himself into her. She widened her legs, and as he pressed into her again, he must have hit her clit because she let out a guttural groan that almost made him come right then and there.

She pushed at his chest again, trying to roll them over. She was apparently done with him being in charge. But he held her in place with his body and she let out another string of curse words. When she realized he wasn't going to relent she fell back against the floor.

"Elliot." She hissed in frustration. "God… I can't. Please. I want you."

Elliot pushed himself up on his knees and started to unbutton his jeans. He looked down at her and saw her watching him, her chest heaving slightly as she tried to slow her breathing. Her lips were red and swollen and her eyes were half closed as she looked up at him. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and he felt his dick twitch and he had an image of her, taking him in her mouth. He groaned at the thought and her eyes flicked to his, almost as if she'd read his mind. She sat up and reached for the zipper of his jeans, pulling it down. She tugged at this waistband of his jeans and pulled them down over his hips so they pooled at his knees. She ran her hand over the length of him through his boxers and he thrust himself into her hand. She reached for the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down, freeing him. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip again and he almost came right there.

"No." he rasped out as she reached for him again. He wasn't going to come in her hand or in her mouth. He pushed her back down on the floor and kicked off his jeans and boxers. Once his knees hit the floor again, he realized that maybe this hard floor wasn't the best idea, but moving now required time he didn't have. He wanted to touch her…to taste her…but he couldn't hold out much longer and from the way she was bucking her hips against him, neither could she.

He pushed himself against her core and could feel her wetness coat him as he slid between her folds. He groaned at the sensation as he slid back and forth across her wetness and she was pushing against him now and moaning loudly as he hit her clit with each motion back and forth.

She dug her nails into his lower back and he could feel her body start to shudder again. He had his head face pressed against her shoulder as he pulled himself away from her, denying her release a second time.

"Fuck!" she yelled in frustration and he smiled against her shoulder. When she did come, it was going to be like nothing she'd felt before because she was so wound up right now. He lowered himself to line up with her core and knocked against her entrance. He could feel her body tense, anticipating his intrusion but he paused. He pulled his head up from her shoulder and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, her hands tense against his back. He put his mouth over hers and drove his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back weakly, her hands on his lower back trying to urge him forward. She pushed her hips up and the tip slipped in but hit the barrier of her muscles, tightened against him. He pulled his mouth away. "Fuck Liv." He said at the sensation, and he pushed in against her body's resistance, groaning as her walls clenched around him. He pulled out slightly and then pushed in again, stretching her and going deeper.

Olivia hissed at the sensation, her body tensing as he pulled back again, and then thrust in again, going even deeper until he was completely inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed her feet against his ass, trying to push him even deeper inside of her. Elliot dropped his head to her shoulder again and groaned. "Fuck Liv." He sat up slightly and put his hands on her knees, pushing her legs to the side and opening her up even more. He pulled out almost completely and thrust back into her hard and her entire body shuddered and her walls clenched around him.

His body shuddered as he did it again, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. Fuck. He felt like some stupid teenager but he couldn't stop it. He thrust into her again and watched as she writhed on the floor, wanting to grab hold of something but finding nothing to grasp. She slapped her hands on the floor in frustration and another string of swear words came out of her mouth as he continued to pull out and thrust hard back into her. His right hand dropped her knee and his hand went to her clit. He swiped his thumb across it a couple of times and her body jolted at each touch. He leaned over her then, taking a breast in his mouth and biting and teasing her nipple while he continued thrusting hard into her. He could feel her entire body trembling and he released her breast, running his hand back down to her clit. If she didn't come in the next few seconds he wasn't going to be able to hold on; his body needed the release. He swiped her clit again with his thumb and he felt it then. Her walls clamped down hard and her entire body shuddered as her orgasm ripped through her body. The guttural noise that escaped from her mouth went right through his body and he came hard inside her, his body going rigid as her muscles clenched so hard around him she almost pushed him out. He held himself inside her as he continued to throb inside her until his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her, knocking the breath out of her. He tried to brace himself on his arms and relieve some of the pressure but his orgasm had sapped his strength. She was gasping beneath him, both from the orgasm and his body weight on top of her and he lifted himself up some more.

Olivia wrapped her arms around him and he rolled over onto his back, his body never leaving hers. She laid her head down on his chest, breathing heavily, and he wrapped his arms around her.

Well, I don't know about you but I need a shower now.