A/N: So, this is my first ever EO fic. I've been in the fandom forever but always felt too intimidated to write these two but this little idea wouldn't leave me alone!

"A Cabernet, please," Olivia ordered as she sat down on the bar stool, placing her clutch on the bar in front of her. She took a quick look around the space; there was a couple sitting in a corner booth, a few businessmen with beers at the rounded part of the bar, and two single men, one on her side of the bar, the other across from her and paying his tab.

Olivia had always enjoyed going to a bar by herself. Call it a lifetime of independence or twenty years in a job that made her unreliable at best when it came to making plans, but she found when she had a free night and wanted to go out, it was easier to just go than try to track someone down at the last minute.

She swirled her wine glass when it was placed in front of her before taking the first sip, savoring it as she had a planned two days off of work ahead. Her eyes continued to roam the bar, she preferred going to small hotel bars that didn't get as busy as the ritzier places or the tourist traps but she still kept her eyes on her surroundings because more often than not, someone was bound to approach her.

Sure enough, she was halfway through her glass of wine when the man four bar stools down from her turned and asked, "So, where you from?"

"Detroit," Olivia answered casually. That was another perk of hotel bars, everyone always assumed you where from someplace else and it was fun to play a part. She usually threw out a Midwest city, a place people knew but wouldn't necessarily see as glamorous or have questions about. Occasionally she would get someone who would say, "Oh, my cousin lives in Cleveland!" and she would have to nod along and make up some small talk about the city, but other than that it was nice not to be Captain Olivia Benson on the NYPD for a night.

She quickly fell into her fake persona with the man, she decided for tonight she'd be a nurse in town for a medical conference, while he told her that he was in sales and talked much too long about products and numbers that she really didn't care about.

"Would you like another?" the bartender asked as Olivia took her last sip of wine.

She smiled and as soon as she uttered, "Yes, please," the man added, "Put that one on my tab."

Olivia turned in the bar stool so she was fully facing him and thanked him and he took that as an invitation to move a few bar stools down so he was now sitting next to her. The wine was starting to do its job as Olivia felt herself loosen up, she found herself being a little flirty and the man, Steve he said his name was, ended up being a lot less boring once he stopped talking about work.

The second glass of wine went down way faster than the first and Olivia was debating if she was going to order another one but before she could, the bartender came over and placed a cocktail on a napkin in front of her.

"This is from the gentleman across the bar."

Olivia looked over at where the bartender had indicated. Apparently during her conversation with Steve, a few more people had entered the bar, including the man who had just bought her a drink. He was sitting by himself, a half empty pint glass in front of him and a slight scowl on his face that somehow made Olivia's stomach flutter. She raised the cocktail glass to him in acknowledgment and thanks and took a sip.

"You're pretty popular in here tonight," Steve said as Olivia set the cocktail back down.

She was about to politely apologize, although it wasn't her fault someone else had bought her a drink and she didn't intend to even talk to Steve again after they both left the bar, but he seemed to understand the situation as he said, "Just kidding. It's about time for me to get going anyway. Enjoy your night, Olivia."

He paid his tab and they said it was nice meeting each other and he was barely out of the bar before the other man was sitting on the bar stool on the other side of Olivia.

"Did I scare your friend away?" he asked, not seeming the least bit concerned.

"No, he said he had to leave anyway. Thank you for the drink by the way."

"You're welcome. I saw you drinking wine but I figured why not have a Manhattan while in Manhattan?"

The line was so cheesy but Olivia couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips.

"What a line," she said. "I take it you're not from around here?"

"Chicago. Just here for the weekend."

"Business or pleasure?"

"Maybe both," he said, his ice blue eyes already taking on a smoldering look.

"You're not married?" Olivia asked, looking at his left ring finger that did not bear a ring but definitely had a noticeable tan line.

"Nope," he said, popping the "p" in the word. "I'm free as free can be."

It had been a long time since Olivia had picked someone up in a bar but she knew the routine and the looks she was getting from him were already causing that familiar tingle between her legs. As she continued to sip her drink and he reached out to place a hand on her knee, she had never been happier that she had chosen to wear a skirt.

"I'm usually not this forward," he said as his thumb caressed the side of her knee, "but I have a room upstairs. If you're interested."

"It wasn't that good of a drink," Olivia deadpanned. But then she smiled and with her eyes sparkling, she placed her hand on his thigh. "But, yes."

He immediately reached into his back pocket for his wallet and got the bartenders attention to pay the tab. He then held out his hand for Olivia to take and they headed toward the lobby.

Olivia's stomach was doing excited somersaults as they waited for the elevator. Once it arrived and they were inside, the button hit for the ninth floor, he wrapped an arm around Olivia's waist and she twirled his tie around her fingers.

"I need to kiss you…can I?" he asked, and Olivia was surprised at his chivalry, considering they were on the way to his hotel room after a single drink together.

"Yes," she breathed and then his lips were on hers, hot and heavy and desperate. He kissed her fiercely, his lips firm against her own and she teased her tongue against his bottom lip, moaning softly when he opened his mouth for her, their tongues melding together.

The elevator bell tinged and the doors opened and they stumbled out, lips still attached and Olivia's fingers fumbling to undo his tie. Thankfully, his room was only two doors from the elevator and he blindly tried to get the keycard in place as his lips had moved to Olivia's neck.

Olivia felt the door open against her back and they practically tumbled into the room. She dropped her clutch on the floor and he shut the door with his foot before pinning Olivia against the wall. He placed hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck, his tongue flicking just underneath her earlobe as his hands went underneath her shirt, trailing over the soft skin of her stomach.

Olivia had gotten his tie undone and was now undoing the buttons on his shirt as fast as she could. Before she could get them all, however, he dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed her skirt up so it bunched at her hips. He ran the back of his index finger over her underwear and she bucked at the sensation. He hooked his finger into her underwear and pulled them to the side, his thumb spreading her lips open.

"You are fucking dripping," he growled and Olivia tilted her head back, knocking it against the wall and moaning as his mouth descended on her. His tongue parted her lips and swirled around her clit before he captured the small bundle with his lips and started to suck on it.

"Fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into the back of his neck, holding him in place against her. "Oh God, El…"

He pulled away from her slightly, looking in her eyes from his spot on his knees, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"You done with the game already? I thought I was supposed to be a stranger?"

"A stranger's tongue wouldn't feel as good as yours," she said, trying to pull his head back to her core. "Keep going," she whispered, letting out another moan as his tongue went back to her clit.

It had been Olivia's idea that they go out and pretend they didn't know each other and act like it was a one night stand; Elliot hadn't quite understood the thrill at first but went along with it. But seeing her tonight flirting with someone who wasn't him and then acting like he didn't know her as they shared a drink before asking her up to his room, he totally got it. And now with her holding his head to her pussy as he sucked on her clit and slipped two of his fingers inside of her, he'd play this game as much as she wanted.

"El, fuck, don't stop!" she moaned as he felt her clench around his fingers, a gush of her juices coating his tongue. He continued to lick lazily as she trembled above him before she grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him to his feet.

"You. Need. To Be. Naked," she stated as she started to undo his belt buckle.

"So do you," Elliot replied.

They made quick work of discarding their clothing and then Elliot lifted her up, Olivia letting out a small shriek as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he walked them over to the king sized bed.

Placing her down on the bed, Elliot hovered over her but Olivia quickly wrapped her leg around his and flipped them so she was on top. She kissed down his chest, her fingers trailing over his skin as well. She stroked his abs, he was still as fit as he ever was, as her tongue ran over his hipbone.

"Liv," he moaned when she placed a soft kiss on the tip of his cock before taking him into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair and she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire and her cheeks hollowed out as she took in as much of him as she could.

"Fuck Liv, so good." He tugged at her hair, raising his hips when she cupped his balls. He didn't want her to stop but he also wanted more from her tonight.

"Liv, baby, I need…"

She lifted her head, releasing him from her mouth and hovering over him, her breasts brushing against his chest.

"What do you need, El? Do you need to fuck me?"

"God, yes."

She rolled over onto her back, her hair splayed across the white pillowcase, her legs open.

"Then fuck me."

He kissed her deeply, his hand on her breast as he ran his thumb over her nipple. Then he got up from the bed and went over to the safe in the closet. He stroked himself with one hand while he punched in the code on the keypad with the other.

"Elliot, what are you doing? Get back over here," Olivia whined, her fingers playing with her breast.

Elliot reached into the safe and walked back to the bed, his right hand curled closed into a loose fist.

"We played your game," he said, taking her left hand in his before slipping the two bands on her finger and then putting his on as well. "Now I want to fuck my wife."

Olivia wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers, her tongue swirling around his and he settled his body between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her wetness, teasing her clit a few times before pushing inside of her.

Olivia moaned into his mouth, opening her legs wider as he filled and stretched her. Elliot grabbed her ankles, keeping her legs up and wide open as he began to pound into her.

"Elliot, fuck, yes!" Olivia screamed as her hand went between their bodies, rubbing her clit as Elliot moved hard and fast.

"God Liv, you are so fucking beautiful," Elliot said, watching her breasts bounce and her touch herself as he thrust into her. "You gonna come for me, baby?"

"Ugh, yes, El, I'm getting so close!"

"You love my cock pounding into you, don't you? You can't get it enough of it."

"Oh fuck yes, I love it, Elliot!"

Dirty talk was Olivia's weakness and they both knew it, with one more hard thrust, she was coming hard, her walls pulsating around Elliot and it wasn't long before he followed, spilling himself deep inside of her.

Breathing deeply, Elliot dropped Olivia's legs and rested his sweaty forehead against hers, kissing her softly.

"I love you, Liv."

"Love you too, El."

"I must say, this was a pretty good idea. Although I could have done without that guy you were flirting with before I got down there. You said you wanted a twenty minute head start, are they usually already buying you drinks in that amount of time?"

Olivia laughed. "Actually, yes. But you know how wine makes me horny so they are just paying to get me all riled up before I come home to you."

"Damn straight," Elliot said, nuzzling his face into her neck.