Undercovers Chapter 17

A/N: Odd numbered chapters are POST-CASE, even numbered chapters are the past undercover CASE.

A couple things before we dive into this. One: if anyone still finds their behaviour OOC after what they did and what happened on the case, the only explanation I have is my own experiences. I'm totally one of those suckers who, at the start of a relationship, go through a honeymoon period. Especially with my current bf, we were friends for 4 years before we started dating (okay I had a different bf during those 4 years) then I was in the hospital for the first 2 months of our relationship. While we did have A LOT of firsts in the hospital, full blown sex is just too difficult, with people constantly coming in and catching us etcetc (although I can tell you a horror story of an 87 year old ex-roommate and her 82 year old husband having sex, with only a curtain and 2 feet separating our beds. I still have nightmares, they thought I was a little old lady too, who wouldn't hear them, I'm partly deaf…and only in one ear. Trying to see the positive in any situation… well at least it's good to know you don't lose the passion even after 50+ yrs of marriage? And age is just a number?) But my point is, once you are partaking in a physical relationship with someone, no matter where you are, it can be very hard to resist that temptation. So whether it be a hospital or work, I personally have experienced this. And let's face it they both had control issues at this point in the show. Two: I hope this came across in the last chapter but I wanted the "sex" that happened on the case to be about lust. They were both still in a shit ton of denial at that moment but their lust for one another won out. If they get together in the present it would no longer be about lust because they've admitted their feelings at this point. Three: there was actually a very big detail concerning the actual case, revealed in the last chapter, which will greatly affect how things unfold in chapter 18, hopefully someone caught it ;) Thank you for coming to my TED talk, now onto their date night. Get ready for the Awkward and the Fluff.

Disclaimer: Trust me you don't want me owning SVU, it'd be crack. And on HBO. After 10pm.

Saturday Night, Olivia's Apartment, Post-Case

Olivia frowned as she tossed another dress on her bed. Her hair and makeup were done, and she was standing at the foot of her bed trying to decide what to wear on her first real date with her partner, who would be there any moment. She had showered as soon as she got home and now she was wearing her silk robe as she debated what to wear that night.

She had already put on a teal toned bra and panties, looking over her options one last time she grabbed a flowy teal dress too. Quickly slipping the silky material on, she put on some matching jewelry and donned a pair of black high heels. Elliot had told her he was taking her to a fancy French restaurant that they had only ever heard about. She had no idea how he managed to get a reservation and on such short notice too.

Olivia walked back into her bathroom to check her makeup and hair. She left her long dark locks natural, allowing them to flow down her shoulders and back. She smiled thinking about a comment Elliot made during their undercover case, how he liked her long hair. Her smile widened when she thought about what he said right after too. How he liked having something to pull and grab during sex. While that may have been a lie at the time for the case, she squeezed her eyes and thighs together now, wondering if it were true.

Despite the shocking orgasm her partner managed to suck, literally, out of her, just a couple hours earlier in an elevator, she found herself slightly aroused. Thinking about Elliot now in any capacity, seemed to have that effect on her.

Even though the orgasm was good, the way he behaved afterwards with her was even better. He was sweet and sensitive and dare she say she found it charming. Especially when the elevator techs finally rescued them, not before blatantly hitting on her, which quickly threw Elliot into overprotective, jealousy mode. A mood she thought she hated. A mood she thought they hated in each other. But turns out maybe she liked it in small doses and when it wasn't directed at other colleagues.

They had called Cragen when they got to the cruiser. He had told them to go home, they were done for the day but still catching that weekend if anything new came in. Elliot dropped her off at her apartment but not before telling her he'd be back in two hours.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by her doorbell ringing. With one last glance in her mirror she exited her bathroom, grabbed her clutch from the top of her dresser and walked to her front door.

"Wow, you look, uh great," Elliot stammered when the door opened. He had nervously been waiting outside, not wanting to show up too early. He raised the roses he held in his left hand belatedly, feeling even more awkward. He'd seen her on that undercover case in numerous short, tight, form hugging dresses but for some reason seeing her in something less provocative was equally if not more jarring to him.

She was no longer dressing to seduce him, to attract attention, she was dressing as herself, as Olivia, as the woman he wanted to get to know even better. He swallowed hard at the thought, his nerves were suddenly even worse.

Olivia smiled at him and took the flowers from his hand. She brought them up to her face, "Thank you, you shouldn't have," she said, taking a deep breath, before turning to put them in a vase in her kitchen. She thought roses on the first date were a little cheesy but it was the sentiment that mattered.

Elliot lingered by the door waiting for Olivia to come back so they could get going. Just when he was about to call out, she appeared back in his line of sight, and moved to grab a long jacket hanging by her door. Trying to be a gentleman he reached for it, just as she did, both of them fumbling somewhat awkwardly, "Here let me," he proposed, finally getting a grip and holding it open for her.

Once again Olivia gave him a polite smile before turning and slipping into her coat. She turned to face her partner, while doing up the belt, "You look very handsome." From what she could see from above his coat, he was wearing an all black suit.

Elliot smiled at her, "Shall we?"

The drive to the restaurant was filled with light conversation, Olivia had immediately asked about his kids when they started driving. It didn't take very long and soon a valet was taking Elliot's keys from him and he was directing Olivia into the fancy restaurant, his hand resting gently on her back.

The hostess led them to a table, with a beautiful view of the Hudson. Elliot moved to tuck in her chair once she took off her jacket and sat down. She looked up to see her date take off his winter coat. He was dressed in an all black suit from head to toe. She had to admit he wore it really, really well. She tried not to stare as he sat across from her. She glanced around the restaurant, it was as fancy as she had heard, everybody dressed to impress.

Olivia looked back at Elliot, "How did you get a reservation on such short notice?"

Elliot smiled at her before leaning in, "I knew how hard it'd be to get a table, so I decided to do a little digging into the owner. Found some dirt on him and made a few calls."

Olivia frowned, that wasn't the answer she was expecting. She didn't know if he was trying to impress her, and she knew other cops who actually did shady shit like that, but she didn't expect it from him.

Elliot saw the look on her face and realized his joke fell flat, "Liv I'm kidding."

"Oh," she replied.

Elliot scratched his head, "Uh I called in a favour, poker buddy is friends with the owner, I'm buying beer for the next poker night."

Olivia gave him a closed lip smile, "Well thank you but you really didn't need to go to all this trouble."

"Oh uh I thought you'd like this place…" Elliot trailed off.

"No, I mean, I do, I appreciate the effort El, but I'm a simple woman."

"Uh ri-right," Elliot responded with a slight frown. "Sorry it's been so long since I've even attempted a first date, and that was a pizza joint, I was 17 with Kathy and got change back from a 10 dollar bill."

"Well it's the effort that counts," Olivia tried to break the awkwardness.

They were looking at the menu, she couldn't believe the $20 price tag attached to the Caesar salad. A waiter came by to take their order. However something else was now nagging in the back of her mind.

Olivia cleared her throat, "Speaking of Kathy-"

Elliot interrupted her, "I didn't know we were."

"Look if this is going to work out or go any further-"

"If?!" Elliot interrupted again.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "Kathy called me a few weeks ago, and asked me to meet her, she wanted to talk."

"Wait my ex-wife called wanting to talk to you?" Elliot questioned, putting his menu down.

"Yes El."

"And you spoke to her?"

"Yes. I met her at a park."

"About what? Why?"

"Well obviously about the only thing we have in common. You," Olivia replied, getting frustrated and regretting bringing up the conversation at all.

Elliot sighed loudly and rubbed his hands over his face. "What exactly happened?"

"Look it's not a big deal. I met her at the park it was during the Sennet case actually. She asked me to talk to you, convince you to sign the divorce papers."

"But we never talked about the divorce. You never asked me to sign the papers."

Olivia shrugged, "I didn't think it was my place, I didn't want to get involved, next thing I knew you told me you had signed them, so I didn't know whether to mention it or not. We weren't exactly acting our best during that time."

"Yeah I-I guess," he trailed off.

This wasn't how either of them had exactly imagined their first date going. It was beyond awkward.

A waiter arrived delivering the appetizers they had ordered.

Olivia looked down at Elliot's $20 salad, it wasn't even the size of her palm. Glancing around she noticed this was the norm, that all the dishes were super small pretentious portions. She frowned looking down at her calamari, she felt bad for Elliot, paying for such expensive food.

She had just taken a bite of her calamari when Elliot's phone rang. He apologized profusely before answering.

She couldn't hear who was on the other end of the line but it wasn't good news judging by the expressions on his face.

Elliot hung up with a sigh and gestured to the waiter for the cheque. "That was Cragen we just got called in, he asked me to let you know."

Olivia nodded, it wasn't like the date could have been more odd, so this seemed a fitting end to it.

They quickly paid, ditching their tiny appetizers, although they could have easily scarfed them down in a minute, and left to go to work.

Elliot offered to drive her home to change but they were only 5 minutes from the precinct. It didn't make sense to go all the way back to her apartment just to turn around and go back. She told him she would just change at the station.

Cragen was coming out of his office when the detectives arrived. "Sorry to have to call you in but we just picked up a suspect in an assault today. He's in interrogation 1. Crack him, book him if he's guilty, and send him to the tombs for the weekend. Notes are on your desks and when you're all done I want ur DD5's on my desk before you go."

Olivia and Elliot nodded and agreed with their captain.

"Well I'm going to go change first and then I'll be right back," Olivia said.

"On another date with your new man?" Cragen inquired.

Olivia smiled at him, "Yes." She technically wasn't lying.

"Well I'm sorry to interrupt it then, hopefully he understands."

"Yeah, I really think he does," she responded before turning and heading up to the cribs to change out of her dress.

Elliot sat at his desk after taking off his winter jacket. The date had been a total disaster in his opinion. He had been so nervous for some reason, trying to impress his partner.

He couldn't understand it. Everything seemed so easy while they were on the undercover case. Was it because it didn't count?

Olivia quickly changed into some clean spare clothes she kept in her locker, ditching her dress and heels. She sighed loudly and sat down on a bench.

That date was weird. They had both been awkward. Then to talk about his ex-wife over appetizers of all things. She couldn't understand it, normally they were so in sync but things had been abrupt and choppy instead. It wasn't them, it was like they were trying too hard to impress the other and bow to the social norms that society expected of first dates.

"You ready?" Elliot asked as he watched his partner come down the stairs from the locker room.

"Yeah, what do we got?"

Cragen left as they headed in to interrogate the suspect. It didn't take very long before he was lashing out and confessing his sin.

Olivia asked Elliot to deal with getting the perp transferred to the tombs for the weekend while she'd get started on their paperwork.

It was only 8pm when Elliot walked back into the squad room. He expected to see Olivia at her desk but instead the room was completely empty. He heard someone clear their throat and glanced up seeing his partner leaning over the railing, standing beside a table on the second floor outside the cribs.

"Fancy a little dinner before we tackle that paperwork?" Olivia propositioned.

Elliot was surprised to say the least and couldn't help but show it. He jogged up the stairs eagerly. If he was surprised before he was even more so now.

He didn't know how she did it but somehow his partner had laid out quite a spread for them, including a checkered tablecloth.

"Wow, wha-I mean, what's all this?" Elliot asked.

Olivia walked over to him, and rested her hands on his hips. He had ditched his suit jacket and had rolled up his black shirt. It all looked very striking against his pale Irish skin.

"This, is us," she said before leaning in and pecking him on his stunned lips. "The reason that date was so-"

"Horrible?" Elliot chuckled as he rested his forehead against hers.

Olivia smiled, "Weird, is because it wasn't us El, we're not the dine at a 3 star Michelin restaurant where they charge $100 an entrée and portions that wouldn't feed a cat."

Elliot nodded, wrapping his hands around the back of her neck and bringing her in for a quick, soft kiss, " Thank you."

"Hey you're new at this, we both are, we're going to stumble, and make mistakes, right?" Olivia asked.

"Of course, this is-just thank you."

Olivia smiled and grabbed his hand leading him to the table where their Italian food was waiting for them.

Neither noticed the pair of eyes that had been on them, watching the scene. Or the person quietly leaving, while shaking their head.

"So I gotta ask," Elliot questioned, how she managed to do all this.

Olivia smiled at him, "I order from this place all the time, I have for years, they know me pretty well. And uh well let's just say this time I pulled a few favours. The owner and the delivery guy happen to maybe have small crushes on me, they were happy to help. Ah before I forget, one more thing."

She jumped up and ran down to the fridge before returning to her partner and grinning widely. In her hand she was carrying a bottle she had been chilling.

"He may have picked this up for me too."

Elliot quirked his eyebrow at her, "We're still working…" he trailed off.

"Sparkling cider," she responded.

"You really did think of everything."

"I hope you like what I ordered for you, buon appetito," she finished with a smile.

"Oh God, if you want me to finish this dinner, or shift for that matter, don't start speaking Italian, I beg you."

Olivia smirked before digging into her fettuccine alfredo. They conversed about random things throughout dinner. Elliot didn't know if Olivia realized how she was rubbing her foot against his leg again.

"Okay, first kiss?" he asked.

Olivia grinned while wiping her face with a napkin, "Well there's always two right? At least their was for me. My first kiss and my first romantic kiss."

Elliot raised both eyebrows, "I gotta hear this."

Olivia laughed, "When I was in kindergarten I kissed a few boys during one recess. We were comparing if everyone kissed the same I think. But uh it didn't end well, unfortunately the first boy I kissed, he told me they were freckles. They weren't. That day I got chicken pox and spread it to multiple other boys, I was like Typhoid Mary."

Elliot burst out laughing, "Oh. Oh no that's terrible."

"Yes my mother wasn't impressed when she found out what we had been doing."

"Okay, and first romantic kiss?"

"Mmmm, I was…7 or 8? We were in grade 3. It was a boy I had a crush on. Coincidentally one of the boys I gave chicken pox to."

"You're kidding!" Elliot exclaimed.

"No, we stayed friends for years, well into the academy actually. Anyways it was technically during a game of spin the bottle but we all had three vetos. Everyone was vetoing their spins, we were actually sitting beside each other when he spun and it landed on me. Thankfully there was no awkward crawling across the circle we just turned and pecked each other on the lips at a 3rd grade birthday party. All the kids squealed and made noise. It was embarrassing but sweet and I'm happy it was with him."

Elliot smiled, happy that she had some good childhood memories. They finished up their meals, and cleaned up the space.

She put the borrowed table cloth and champagne glasses in her locker. When she walked out of the locker room her partner was waiting for her, leaning against the railing.

"It wasn't what I planned but that was perfect, thank you," Elliot started, pulling Olivia into his grasp by her hips.

Olivia was thankful they were alone, she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm sorry it couldn't be better but my time was limited in more ways than one. And although I don't want to do this, we should get back to work, so we can actually go home at some point tonight."

Elliot agreed before releasing her hips. They wandered down the stairs and sat at their respective desks. Elliot was happy how well they could switch between romance and business. It reaffirmed for him that they could definitely make this work.

It took them a couple hours before they finally agreed they were done. It was past midnight when they finished leaving their reports on the captain's desk.

"You mind giving me a ride?" Olivia inquired as they put on their coats.

Elliot was exhausted and it was really late. "Why don't we head back to my place instead?"

"El don't take this the wrong way but I'm kind of tired. I just want to go to sleep, we can extend our date another time?"

"No, no I completely agree, that's why, let's just sleep at my place, instead of sleeping poorly separately, come on what do you say?"

Olivia pondered his offer, she had to admit it sounded better than going home and curling up in her cold bed alone.

"Deal," she smiled at him.

He grinned and led her out to the cruiser to go home.

They didn't talk much as they headed to his apartment both tired from their long day.

She had been to his apartment a couple times now, so she wasn't surprised by anything when she walked in.

"Do you uh just wanna go to bed too or did you need a shower or something?" Elliot asked as he ditched his coat and helped her out of hers, happy to see them both relaxed and back in step.

"Well I just bathed before our date so I hope I don't smell too bad," Olivia smirked.

"You smell amazing, you always do," Elliot responded while walking her backwards towards his bedroom by her waist.

"A toothbrush would be appreciated though, oh and maybe some clothes I guess?"

"I can do the toothbrush, the clothes are questionable," he teased as he nipped at her neck.

"Mmmm," Olivia moaned, "None of that, we're here to sleep, just sleep Stabler, I don't put out on the first da-date, unless it's a one night stand."

Elliot groaned, disconnecting his lips from her neck, "And I'm not a one night stand?"

Olivia shook her head, "No Detective Stabler, you are not a one night stand kind of guy."

Elliot smiled, "Let's get ready for bed."

Elliot took off his dress shirt as he let Olivia use his bathroom. He took out a fresh undershirt as she walked back into the room and held it out to her. He was standing in his black dress pants, belt undone, and a tank top.

Olivia took the shirt from him and brought it up to her nose, but the only thing she could smell was detergent. She shook her head and handed it back to him, pointing at his shirt she said, "That one smells better."

Elliot smirked at her, before reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head and holding it out to her. He gulped as he watched her remove her own shirt and camisole, leaving her in a satin teal bra. She took the shirt from him and slipped it over her head. Reaching underneath her back she released the clasp on her bra before lowering her straps and pulling the bra through the shirt.

Elliot swallowed hard, "I never understood why women do that or how…"

Olivia smiled tossing her clothes onto a spare chair in the corner of the room and folding her arms across her chest. His shirt was quite large on her and thin, she had no doubts he'd be able to see through it and it scooped very low, she'd be lucky if she didn't fall out of it during the night.

"We learn it in school, makes changing easier," she smiled.

"Uh huh oh okay, I've never found it sexy before," he blurted out.

"Down boy, I still need bottoms please?"

Elliot quirked an eyebrow, "You're wearing panties aren't you? Or are you going commando on our first date?"

Olivia laughed, "You'd like that wouldn't you? No I'm wearing the matching underwear El, but I don't normally sleep in thongs."

"That's a damn shame," he groused, turning and grabbing a pair of his boxers for her instead.

Olivia thanked him before turning and walking back to the bathroom.

"What, you aren't gonna change into those in here too?"

Olivia laughed and didn't even bother responding.

Elliot changed quickly into a fresh pair of boxers and turned down his bed before climbing in and waiting for his partner to return. He set his alarm on his phone before plugging it in to charge and praying it wouldn't ring in the next 8 hours.

Olivia turned off the light when she exited the bathroom. Elliot had to admit although the thong would have been nice, seeing her in his clothes was doing things to him below the waist and in his heart.

Olivia smiled and crawled into bed. They laid facing each other under the covers on their sides.

Elliot reached out and rubbed her hip, his other arm resting under his pillow, "You warm enough, I can get another blanket?"

She shook her head, "No I'm good, thanks."

"Today was amazing, minus my attempt at a date," he joked.

She shook her head again, "It was perfect, all of it."

Elliot watched as she scooted forward and wrapped her hand around his neck pulling him into her body.

Olivia moaned, she grasped his lips with hers, enjoying the feel of him, his warmth and strong, hard body close to hers. She could feel his hard pecs through the thin cotton of the tank top she was wearing. Her nipples were hard as they scraped against the shirt and his chest but this kiss wasn't about sex.

They kept the kisses light, but sensual. Feeling and exploring instead of rushing towards any kind of foreplay.

Olivia smoothed her hand across his shoulder, gripping it hard and pulling back when she heard him let out a groan of pain not pleasure.

"I'm sorry," she said when she realized she had been pulling on the cut he sustained on their case.

"It's fine," he replied while trying to reconnect their lips.

Olivia dodged his mouth. And ran her fingers over the scab. She began to tear up.

"I'm fine Liv, it's okay, we're fine, we made it out of there. It barely needed stitches, it only hurts when I touch it I promise, nothing compared to other injuries."

"I could've lost you," she whispered.

Elliot shook his head, "You didn't."

During their conversation Olivia had rolled over onto her back, Elliot was hovering over her now.

She smoothed her hands up and down his upper torso, "You're so strong." She didn't mean just physically although there was no arguments there. His arms were bulging from holding his body above hers. His deltoids and biceps straining and his pecs shook as her hands ran across them.

"You make me strong," Elliot dipped his head, kissing her cheeks and eyelids before descending on her mouth.

Olivia moaned into his mouth and pulled him by his ribs hard against her body. She couldn't help it. She didn't know if it was the day they had had, from the confessions they made in her bed that morning, to their encounter in the elevator, and their date that night, but she needed Elliot. Not her partner, but her friend, the man.

Olivia tried to stifle another moan as Elliot's thigh rubbed up against her core. She moved her arms and pulled at the straps of the tank top.

"I-I thought you said not on the first date?" Elliot panted against her forehead as he watched her slip her arms out of his top.

"Two-two dates. We had two dates."

Elliot nodded, "Ye-yeah uh yeah that that we did, yes."

They both let out sounds of pleasure as they grabbed onto one another and kissed again far more passionately. Olivia was twirling her tongue around his when he pulled back.

"Are-are you sure?" he questioned one more time.

"I need you, we-we've waited long enough. If you're not ready I completely understand-"

Elliot cut her off with a searing kiss, "Not ready? Shit Liv, I've been ready for years. That's the problem."

Olivia laughed lightly, her eyes still wet from her emotions.

Elliot sat up, allowing Olivia to do the same. He sat back on his knees as he watched her remove his top, dropping it on the floor. He gulped, trying not to stare at her naked chest. Yes he'd seen it before, he touched it before, had his mouth on her only hours earlier, but God, she was sexy.

Olivia sat up on her knees too. She swallowed hard before grabbing the edge of the boxers she was wearing. This was the moment, they were finally going to see each other completely.

Elliot nodded and grasped his as well. They didn't speak as they both pulled their boxers off. Both their eyes were locked on each other's. They moved their legs to discard the underwear, neither looking where they tossed them.

They both laid down, facing each other once again. There was about 6 inches between their torsos. Olivia glided one foot up her partner's bare leg, leaving her thigh propped across his. She ran her hands across his pecs as he grabbed her hip squeezing hard.

"Liv…" he moaned.

Olivia ran her hands lower and lower until they were tracing the deep V's on his lower abdomen. Elliot opened his eyes, gasping slightly. He smoothed his thumbs in circles on her hip bones. Both finally looked down at the same time.

"Fuck," "Shit," they groaned simultaneously.

Both were far more impressed with what they were seeing. Now that they could admit they had dreams and fantasies about the other, they paled in comparison to the real deal.

She knew he was large by the other activities that they had already taken part in but he was still bigger than she had expected. She wasn't sure that she would be able to wrap her hand around his girth. He had to be longer than 8 inches. He was already erect, the skin a redish purple colour, and she could easily see a vein throbbing along its length. It was warm against the skin of her thigh and she felt her own sex clench as she imagined how it would feel inside of her.

Elliot moved one of his hands across her stomach his fingers gliding along the top of her mound. He knew she had been bare on their undercover assignment, she was now as well. It wasn't something he was used to and he found it sexy as hell. He was suddenly thankful that it was a full moon because the light provided from that and the street lights allowed him to see the moisture glistening on her lower lips.

Elliot moved his hand to slip it even lower when Olivia suddenly stopped him, "I don't need that," she whispered, "I'm ready. I just need you." She rolled over onto her back pulling him on top of her while spreading her legs and cradling his hips between her own.

Elliot nodded before planting his knees between her thighs and pushing upwards. He dropped down onto his elbows his stomach flushed with hers. Her legs were even wider now coming to rest above his hips against his lower ribs. He cradled her head in his hands as he kissed her thoroughly making love to her mouth before he made love to her body.

Olivia couldn't help the sounds she let loose as he pleasured her body with his mouth. After finding a particularly erogenous spot on her neck and collarbone he finally descended on to her breasts, and just like that afternoon in the elevator he spent far more time on them than any other man had. Her nipples had been hard before he started and they were still sensitive from what he had done earlier that day. He gave them both equal treatment lapping lightly at the engorged buds before sucking them and the areola into his mouth, nipping them with his teeth.

"Oh God," Olivia cried scratching his back and neck, "Please El, I-I need, uh." She moved her hips trying to get his hard shaft to line up with her entrance.

Elliot tugged on her nipple one last time before releasing it. He adjusted his hips and maneuvered his cock until it glided between her swollen folds.

They both moaned as he finally made contact with her wetness, the tip of his large appendage rubbing against her clit.

Olivia reached down and grabbed him, if he kept rubbing against the side of her clip the way that he was she was going to come. She moved until the bulbous head was pushing against her tight entrance. She let go and ran her hands up his back holding on to the back of his shoulders.

Elliot knew she was ready when she bucked up against him causing him to begin to penetrate her slightly. He moaned and she groaned. He knew he was large and he didn't want to hurt her but she was wet and warm and he couldn't help sinking further into her.

"Shit," Olivia exclaimed.

Elliot tried to stay still and give her a chance to adjust. She was so tight inside. It was warm and wet and felt like absolute paradise on his dick. He immediately knew he was not going to be able to last very long. He smoothed his hand across her bangs so that he could clearly see her face as he waited to move. He kissed her hard plunging his tongue past her lips, attempting to do to her mouth what he wanted to do to her core.

Elliot suddenly felt pressure against his back as Olivia squeezed her legs against him trying to get him to go deeper. He immediately obliged pushing in further until his pelvis was completely against hers. They let out simultaneous moans as he bottomed out inside of her. He could feel her walls clenching around his shaft. He was an ecstasy.

"Liv," was all he could say.

"I know," and she did. It had never felt like this for her. Sure she had good sex, even great sex, but for some reason this felt different.

Elliot pulled his hips back before thrusting forward again.

"Yes, yes fuck," Olivia moaned scratching at his back.

They quickly got into a rhythm that worked for both of them. He was long and hard and touching places inside of her she wasn't sure any other man had ever reached, emotionally and physically. He could feel her walls spasming around his shaft. She was getting tighter and he knew he was going to blow any minute now.

He reached down and pulled her leg even higher on his torso opening her up more. The adjustment had his pelvic bone rubbing firmly against her clit

Olivia jerked hard at the new sensation. White hot heat ran from the tip of her toes up her legs and up the rest of her body, as she tipped over the edge and into the abyss. Elliot felt her warm tunnel release even more liquid as he began spurting inside of her. Both would have been embarrassed by the squelching noises that were being made as Elliot tried to prolong both their orgasm's, however they were too caught up in the sensations and pleasure the other was providing.

Olivia let out a stream of swear words as she felt her core clench around his penis, that was ejaculating inside of her. It was a sensation that was foreign to her, but that she found oddly arousing. It was warm and filled her up inside.

Elliot groaned, trying not to thrust too hard into her. He couldn't help it as he leaned down and bit the first piece of flesh his mouth came into contact with, which happened to be the top of one of her voluptuous breasts. "Mmmm," he moaned before releasing the flesh from his teeth. He kissed and licked the area, hoping it wouldn't bruise too badly.

He moved up to her mouth, trying to seal his lips over hers, as they both continued to jerk against one another, but both were breathing and panting too hard to actually maintain a proper kiss.

"Ugh fuck, fuck," Olivia panted, breathing the same air as her partner. She couldn't think straight, it had been one of the longest orgasms she had ever had and she could still feel her walls spasming against him.

Elliot stared into her eyes while he continued brushing his lips against hers. "Ar-are you o-ok-okay?" he stammered, still panting and trying to catch his breath.

Olivia nodded. She closed her eyes and grabbed him by his ass, pulling him snug against her, moaning as she felt another tremor wrack through her body.

"Oh shit," Elliot exclaimed, spurting again even though he thought he was done.

Olivia moaned, "Shit El, ugh fuck, th-that, uh so go-good damnit."

Elliot agreed, "I'm so-sorry I co-couldn't last lo-longer but Jesus, Liv, you were so…" he blushed.

"You were amazing," she replied, smiling at his blush. She found it endearing, they had just had sex, but that he apparently had trouble describing her performance.

Elliot moved to slowly pull out of her, Olivia could feel their combined moisture on both of them. However she was fading fast and when he moved to dismount her completely she grabbed him by the ribs again and said "No, stay please."

Elliot quirked an eyebrow at her, "I'm too heavy for you."

She shook her head, "You're good, I promise."

Elliot acquiesced, laying on top of her, one leg between her thighs. She brought his head down to her breasts as he grabbed the sheets and pulled them up.

They both sighed happily as their breathing finally began to regulate.

Elliot wanted to say more but the way she was scraping her nails against his scalp had him quickly drifting off into a deep peaceful sleep, just as his partner did as well.

A/N: I know I'll get at least one complaint about a guy sleeping on top of a woman. Personally I love it. It's like the best weighted blanket in the world. Sleeping, actually sleeping folks. Sorry for any mistakes. I've written 20 chapters, and I want to get them all edited before surgery on August 25th. Hopefully if things go well I'll be posting again by mid sept. If not.. well pray and thank poor tony. I've started 3 new stories which I don't know if I'll get the chance to post before my surgery but if I don't I'll ask him to. They are all multi-chapter. Ones my usual fun with a slight twist. One is totally out of my comfort zone and drama and angsty. And the last one is actually canon, starting in season 21!

All reviews are sincerely appreciated, they cheer me up. Hope this lived up to the expectations.