A/N: A very cold day leads to a HOT night.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and all related plot/characters originally belong to Dick Wolf. This story, words, and dialogue are mine. © TStabler

"Christ," Olivia shivered as she kicked the cabin door closed behind her. She brushed snow off of her shoulders and then rubbed her gloved hands together. "Fucking freezing out there." She looked around and her lips curled into a soft smile. The tree in the corner was small, but adorable. She remembered how excited he had been when they'd decorated it; how the playfulness became romance once the tree was plugged in; how the romance became passion as they lost themselves in a moment, lit up only by the twinkling lights of the tree.

She grinned as she peeled off her scarf and gloves and unzipped her coat. "Can you, uh, light a fire?"

Elliot scoffed as he nodded, pulling his own scarf off and rubbing his reddened face with his hands. "Here," he said, and he moved past her. He chucked a firestarter log into the fireplace, lit a long match, and then tossed it into the pit to set the pile of wood ablaze. He stood up, unbuttoned his wool coat, and looked over at Olivia. "It'll warm up fast," he said, winking at her.

She smiled at him as she pulled her red wool cap off of her head and tried to comb out her waves with her fingers. "Thank God."

He was staring at her, he knew it, and as he pulled off his coat and gloves, he moved closer to her. "Thanks for coming out here with me." He tossed his stuff onto a nearby chair and took another step closer to her. He let his hands move up and down Olivia's arms, running over her pink knit sweater.

"You were coming out here with it without me," she said with a slight shrug. She brushed the back of her cold hand across his cheek. "You know I wanted to spend Christmas with you, so where else would I be?"

He grinned smugly at her. "You put up with Kathy's bullshit for me, tonight, and you dodged some pretty tough questions from her parents. You, uh, you must really love me, huh?" His lips brushed against hers as he spoke.

She shivered again, but now, it wasn't because of the temperature. She nodded, swallowed hard, and said, "I know how important it was for you to be with the kids tonight, and tomorrow. And, hey, by the time we leave, ya know, we'll probably be able to take them home with…"

"That'd be amazing," he said, cutting her off, "But...right now…" he tugged on her collar a bit and lifted her chin with two of his fingers. "Why don't we just enjoy what's left of Christmas Eve?" He tapped her on the nose and winked again, and then backed up toward the couch. He sat, ran a hand down his green turtleneck, and patted the seat beside him.

She sighed, knowing that although his divorce had been quick and painless, the joint custody was killing him. Days usually had to be switched around because of work; nights that he had to give up for something Kathy deemed more important. Their night, though spent with the kids, was also spent with Kathy and Elliot's ex-in-laws, which made for awkward and uncomfortable moments.

She looked at him, took in his tired eyes and stubbled chin, and she knew that it was up to her to make his Christmas Eve end in a much happier note. She watched him pat the seat again, more insistently, and something within her snapped.

She rolled her eyes but obeyed, moving slowly toward him. "You were right," she said, meeting his eyes. She ignored the space beside him and looped one of her legs over his waist, straddling him. "It got warm in here. Very warm." She watched his eyes flicker in the firelight and she bit her lip as she began to pull her pink sweater over her head.

"Good Lord," he gasped, his hands flying to her body. His fingertips licked at her skin, ran over the curves of her waist, up her tight stomach, before each one landed on a breast. He chuckled softly as he squeezed and whispered, "Getting hotter by the minute." He let his thumbs graze over her nipples; he felt them bead under his touch.

She bucked her hips, making him moan, and she hunched over, gripping his head in her hands and pressing her forehead against his. Saying nothing, she rocked into him again and brushed her lips over his.

"Baby," he whispered. His hands reached around her body and he deftly unhooked her bra. He took a shaky breath as it fell away from her shoulders, and he kissed her hard, bucking upward. He moved his hands down her back and grabbed at her jeans, pulling and yanking at the denim until she took the hint.

With a soft laugh, she dragged her nails over his head, scraping against his scalp, and lifted her hips enough for him to unzip and pull down her jeans.

Greedily, he took her underwear with them, pushed them down her legs, and toed them off the rest of the way. He laughed when she kicked off her shoes and he gasped when she arched her back, bending to pull off her socks.

"I'm feeling horribly underdressed," she teased, and she worked her hands under his shirt to push it up over his head.

He growled and flipped her over, and when her back hit the leather of the cushion, he raised on his knees and unbuttoned his jeans, leaned over, and balanced on one hand using the other to shove down his pants. He kicked them off and eased down onto Olivia. "This what you wanted?" He looked down at her, deeply into her eyes, as he slowly teased her entrance with the tip of his cock.

"El," she raised her hips, trying to get him to thrust, needing more of him. "This is what I always want." She scratched her nails down his back, making him seethe and moan. "You, El. I want you. I love you."

"Oh, baby," he kissed her slowly as he pushed further into her, filling her. "I love you, too." He pushed in deeper still, and when his hips hit hers, his eyes rolled back. "So fucking much."

Her head dropped back and her fingers curled, her nails breaking the skin of his back, "Oh, God, Elliot," she whimpered, feeling him hit parts of her he hadn't yet, the first and only to love her so completely in so many ways.

He kissed her softly as he started to move, slow and deep, whispering her name over and over again like a prayer. He reached one hand down and grabbed her left knee, pulling gently to wrap her leg around his back. Immediately, they let out simultaneous cries, curses, and he moved faster.

She scratched deep red patterns in his back, arching her back to meet his eager and consuming thrusts, and she forced her eyes to open and look into his. Her breath quickened and the expression on his face, the emotion in his eyes, made her entire body burn. "El, baby," she groaned, her voice breaking and throaty, "God, I love…"

She didn't finish telling him, the heat engulfed her as her body tensed and quaked, and her nails dug deeper into his back.

Feeling her tighten and pulsate around him was his undoing. He thrust through her clenching twice more before slamming into her, stilling, and grunting as he came.

Their bodies melded together as he rolled them over, each of them twitched and convulsed, moaned and shook, and finally kissed frantically as they reminded each other how much they loved, wanted, needed each other.

When they calmed down, there was silence. Stillness.

She could feel his heartbeat as she lay pressed against him. Her head rose and fell with his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. Her fingers traced abstract patterns on his stomach as her eyes closed and she whispered, "Merry Christmas."

He chuckled softly, kissed the crown of her head, and twirled his fingers in her hair. "Merry Christmas, baby," he said softly. And as his eyes focused on the small, sparkling Christmas tree, he smiled. "Hey, Liv?"

"Hmm?" Her voice was soft, her body limp.

"I love you," he said, dragging one hand down to clutch hers. He linked their fingers and shifted, feeling himself twitching to life inside of her again. He heard her moan and he chuckled victoriously. "I love you," he repeated, kissing her head once more.

She looked up at him, a drugged and hazy look in her eyes, and she smiled brightly at him. "I love you, too, El." She dropped a soft kiss to his chest and nuzzled closer to him, wrapping herself tighter around him.

What had started out as a frigid Christmas Eve, both because of the icy weather and the cold shoulder he'd been given by Kathy's parents throughout dinner, had turned into one of the hottest nights he could ever remember. As he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, he promised himself that every night, for the rest of his life, would be just like this.

A/N: Next: A Christmas Day that is truly memorable, for more than one reason.