A/N: I really think I understood the assignment. This is inspired by all the craziness of yesterday and the anticipation for the Tutuola wedding. I know this is a favorite plot rn, but why not add one more onto the pile?

Infinite

By her fourth drink, Olivia doesn't even notice the pinch in her stilettos. The wedding has been beautiful and from what everyone at her table tells her, her speech was eloquent and poignant.

Fin is something like her best friend if people in their fifties still had besties. He's no-nonsense and she has never had to second guess his intentions, so when she sees him walking toward her with Elliot in tow, she knows he is up to no good. He's mentioned it before, laid all the groundwork to get them all here to this point. He's even gone ahead and planned a double date for them that would be happening after he and his new wife have returned from their honeymoon. She's not surprised that he's headed toward her, both he and Elliot grinning from ear to ear, and maybe if it hadn't been for the alcohol she would be nervous.

"Liv," Fin begins, his red wine sloshing in his glass. "Stabler thinks you won't dance with him." She is happy that he's at least waited toward the end of the reception to do this. A lot of people have gone home already, Cragen included. She is thankful for that because he is still a father figure to her and she doesn't want him to see this.

Olivia bites her bottom lip, trying to maintain her smirk as her eyes meet Elliot's. His eyes give her apologetic, but his grin tells her that this is exactly what he wants. He wants to put her in a position where she can't say no, not to the man of the hour. But she's the Captain and she has no qualms about saying no to anyone for any reason. "He's absolutely right. I won't."

"Told you," Elliot sings from behind Fin, but his eyes remain steadfast on Olivia and she almost buckles under the pressure.

"One sec!" Fin says and suddenly he disappears into the sea of people on the dance floor.

Elliot lines himself up with her, his shoulder grazing hers gently. "Sorry about that. He's drunk."

"If you wanted to dance with me, Elliot, you should grow some balls and ask me yourself."

"That wasn't even my idea. It was his. Him and Phoebe keep asking me to double date. I think they're trying to parent trap us."

"They are? Or you all are trying to trap me? Seems like you're in on it."

Next to her she sees his cheeks lift even higher and she can't place the flush in them. If it's from too much alcohol or if she's embarrassed him.

"Check 1-2!" The music stops and in the middle of the floor, Fin is standing there with his wife's hand in his. He has the mic in his left hand and from all the way across the room his eyes lock with his bosses. "I don't know if you all know this or not, but my beautiful wife once was my partner."

"No the fuck—"

"And I think when you're partners with someone you build something unspeakable, unbreakable. So I'd like to ask anyone here, Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson," he pauses, his green eyes widening and Olivia instinctively steps closer to Elliot, trying to hide behind him.

"El," she yelps, and next to her he laughs, fitting his hand in hers.

"What is he doing?" she whispers, her forehead dropping to his shoulder.

"Where's Amanda and Carisi? You guys count, too!" Fin is still on the mic laughing and pointing at people to join. "Sorry Munch, can't dance with your skinny ass tonight. I'll be dancing with my wife!"

Phoebe grabs the mic away from Fin, stopping him from saying anything further. "What my husband is trying to say is, if you're here with your ex-partner that maybe you should join us in a dance!"

"Specifically, Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson!" Fin shouts over her shoulder and both husband and wife laugh together. They're equally as drunk and she's never seen Fin happier as he spins his wife into his arms and begins swaying as the music begins playing again.

Before she is able to curl even further into Elliot, he's already walking toward the dance floor, with her hand locked in his. On their way to the dance floor, her hand slips into Amanda's and her hand slips into Sonny's and the six of them find themselves at the center of attention.

"Captain," Amanda says with a frown, "seriously?"

"If I have to do this, so do you."

Carisi is laughing and he offers his hand to Amanda and once they begin dancing, Olivia turns to find Elliot standing there waiting for her.

"You planned this," she accuses and he shrugs a shoulder like maybe he had or maybe he hadn't.

"Carisi needed the assist."

"You needed the assist."

The music is soft and sensual and she can't even mask the tension between them with fun, carefree dancing. She expects him to offer her his hand, but he's already holding one of her hands in his. He takes her other hand and locks them both around his neck, pulling her against him. "Elliot," she whispers, her breath heating his neck. She thought they were close enough, and probably couldn't get any closer unless they were naked, but somehow he finds a way. His arms slide around her waist, hugging her tightly to him.

They've never been this close. Not for this length of time anyway and they'd just started dancing. His head dips and she feels his lips press against her shoulder before he lifts his mouth to her ear, "you smell so good."

"Don't be weird," she cracks with a nervous laugh.

"I mean it."

She nods against him and she tries to look away, to see if Amanda and Sonny are still dancing and she is surprised to find that they are. Except they're laughing and even though the sexual energy between them is palpable, if you didn't know them you wouldn't know. He spins Amanda through his arm and she giggles as he pulls her close. They actually looked like old work partners and as Elliot's hand drops lower on her back, and they move like they've been doing this for last twenty years, she realizes that they look more like an old married couple. She turns her head toward him, their height more equal than usual due to the shoes she's wearing and she finds that his lips are so, so close to hers. Her chest is right up against his and somehow he's wedged his legs between hers and the outline of his erection pressed against her thigh.

She imagines that he'd shy away, step back, place a modicum of space between them, but he doesn't. His cheek brushes hers, knocking against hers gently pushing her head backward. Her eyes zero in on his lips and she absently licks hers, her tongue just an inch away from touching his mouth. She feels too comfortable and she tries to embrace the buzz and the numbness that comes with alcohol.

"We aren't going to be able to stop dancing if you don't stop licking your lips, Liv."

Huh? Her eyebrow lifts, questioning him.

His eyes glance down between them. He knows she feels him, and she doesn't even try to pretend she doesn't.

"Get yourself under control then?"

"I should have a handle on this by now, huh?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means... after looking at you for thirteen years, you'd think I'd figure out how to stop popping bo—"

"Elliot!"

"I can't say that word to you?"

"No, you cannot," she admonishes, but she's smiling. Their noses are touching and she pulls her head back, just in case she loses it for a second and she accidentally forgets where they are and she kisses him.

When her eyes drift up to his once more, his crinkle at the sides. "Boner," he whispers.

Olivia laughs, burying her face into his neck. This feels better than she'd imagined, but she realizes that they're barely dancing. Their bodies are moving together, against each other and Olivia bites back a moan. "Do you want to leave?"

Elliots face pulls away from hers so that he's able to get a read on her. Does she mean what he thinks she means? He'd been the one vying for extra time with her lately, so he's expected that if the move would be made, it would be his to make.

"We don't have to," she says quickly, noticing his hesitation.

"I want to," he mumbles.

"Are you sure? Because I don't want to hurt you."

He chuckles humorlessly and he stops moving. When he pulls away from her, he adjusts himself in his pants before he turns her toward Fin. "Let's say goodbye."

—

Olivia is sitting on the bed with one knee crossed over the other. From the other side of the room, Elliot sips at his drink and his eyes follow the bounce of her ankle. They'd made a drunk decision tonight. To get a hotel room. He was trying to be responsible and wait for her to give the go ahead. He wanted to give her the space to change her mind because he knew for him this would change everything. Nothing would ever be the same.

Olivia finishes her drink and she makes a show of circling the ice in her cup. "I'm done," she says. She knows Elliot, knows that he's that type of guy and she appreciates it, but she has no intention of leaving tonight without first tasting him, without fitting him into her body wherever he sees fit. No. Not after a lifetime of avoiding this. Not after pretending to not feel his stares from across their desks for the better part of 13 years. Not after ignoring the ache deep inside of her that for some reason she just knows is reserved for him.

This isn't something she'll regret, she wants to tell him, but it feels too forward. And should she even be shy right now? This is Elliot. They've seen each other at their worst. Was all the prerequisite stuff before sex even necessary?

Olivia feels her eyes squint and she holds her pinched fingers out in front of her, preparing to hear the sound of her voice saying this. "Elliot, are you going to fuck me or not?"

The shock reads across his face quickly and he recovers so seamlessly she wonders if he'd been thinking the same thing all along. His hand is undoing his tie but she holds her hand up. "Keep it on," she whispers. Elliot nods his head, slowly putting one foot in front of the other as he toes out of his shoes.

"Can I take my pants off?" he asks jokingly.

"Yes. Those come off." She watches from where she's sitting on the bed as he unbuckles his belt, thumbs the button open and inches them just the slightest bit down his hips, revealing the V in his groin. He pauses, watches as she bites at her lip. He knows she is excited to see him by the way her eyes never leave his crotch. She doesn't even try to hide it. She wants him and it feels damn good for him to know that it's mutual.

Her silver hoop earrings and hair swing as her head tilts even deeper, just waiting for the big reveal. She'd been chewing on her lips so hard, her lipstick is starting to fade. She's just as drunk as he is and he knows by the way her eyes are lowered, by the way her cheeks flush, by the way her breath quickens every time his pants inch a little lower. Finally, he lets them fall to his feet and she involuntarily hums as quietly as she can, but he hears her. He laughs cockily as his legs finally bump into hers, his skin finally making contact with hers. She looks him up and down for a moment before gesturing to his sleeves. "Roll them up."

Elliot's eyebrow arches and she nods her head. "Do it," she coaches. He laughs and he begins unfastening the buttons at his wrist. She gulps as he slowly rolls them up one by one.

"You do not understand," she whispers. "I've watched you do that for years."

In response, he threads his fingers through her hair, tilting her head back, gripping it into a fist. "I love your hair long," he says softly, lovingly as he gazes down at her. He moves quickly, unfolding her legs for her, stepping in between them. She makes a welcoming sound and he chuckles. It feels like they're having three different conversations. What he's doing to her physically and the way her body moves fluidly in response. The sounds she is emitting through her lips and last but not least her words.

Her fingertips hook onto his underwear and she locks eyes with him and she pushes them down for him. He bob's free right in front of her and it isn't even a thought. Her lips wrap around him, taking in half of him, before taking him whole. She's wanted to do this for years so she is ready for him, eager for him. He is still growing in her mouth, getting harder as she sucks so she adds one hand, and then two. Her eyes flutter open, big brown eyes framed with large dark eyelashes gaze up at him. The dark makeup she has lined around her eyes make her look even more seductive as her lips move up and down the length of him. Her tongue swirls around the head of him and she tastes the faint salt of pre-ejaculation and she moans appreciatively. His hand, still threaded in her hair, tugs back gently and she smiles up at him.

"You are fucking gorgeous," he whispers, his eyes literally gaping at her face. "You haven't even kissed me yet."

Olivia laughs. Of course, she's had his cock in her mouth before his tongue. She'd been secretly objectifying him for years and tasting him has been a priority. She pulls her dress up, bunching it around her waist and he grabs her hips, pulling her down on the bed so that her ass is hanging off of it. Behind him is a dresser, so she presses her toes against it for leverage.

Elliot wants to tease her, but one swipe of his penis against her clitoris is enough. Olivia jerks and her hips undulate quickly as he passes over her and if that's how she'll respond to that, he has to get inside of her. He lines himself up with her and just as he's entered her, his mouth connects with hers. His tongue thrusts into her mouth just as his erection invades her body. She moans into his mouth, gliding her tongue against his, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth as his hips push against hers over and over.

"Oh, God," she says when she realizes that he isn't even all the way in. He gets deeper with every thrust and it's a complete invasion. It stings but it feels so good so she continues to kiss him until finally he's sheathed completely. He stops, pauses, rests when he finally completes his journey. He gets himself fitted into her tight and soaking heat. His forehead presses against hers and his eyes open to find her staring up at him. Her eyes are glassy and dark and he feels like he'll get lost here if he stays too long. In her eyes and in her body.

"When did you take your panties off?" he asks seriously and Olivia laughs as she shakes her head. Why would she ever expect anything different from him?

"When you were making my drink," she answers. "I was trying to help you along."

"I don't need the help," he fires back.

"Prove it," she whispers seductively. He pulls his hips back, emptying her, making her whimper before he slams back into her. "Yes!" she encourages.

He has her jaw in the crook of his hand and he angles her head so that their eyes meet. "Look at me," he commands softly. "You feel fucking amazing."

"Mmhm," she nods in agreement. She pushes off of the dresser, circling her hips, meeting him every time he slices through her. She was right. He fits so deep, almost too deep, deep enough that it's on the borderline of hurting. She's wet for him like she's never been and his hips still when he realizes the amount of control she has. His fists are planted into the bed behind her, holding himself up in a makeshift push-up. Olivia glides to and fro over him, setting her own pace, quickly sending herself reeling. Her hand reaches up for his shoulder and she ends up with his tie looped around her hand and she brings him down even closer to her face. "Kiss me," she whispers. He groans against her lips and decides casually to take the lead again. He pushes her higher on the bed, standing up at his full height and he spreads her legs for him. Olivia wrestles to flatten the skirt of the black floral dress she wears, just to watch him as he enters her again and he takes mercy on her. He unzips her dress and he grabs onto the hem and yanks it over her head. He smiles at the black push-up bra she's wearing and wonders briefly if her underwear had matched. It's a shame he never got the chance to see her in them.

He drops down between her legs and he flattens his tongue against her, licking once in the same way you'd give your first lick to an ice cream cone. The tip of his tongue finds her clitoris, circling around it before sucking it into his mouth. She mewls above him, gripping on the sheets beneath her. It doesn't even take much, he could've gone on longer, would've liked to have gone on longer, but she breaks beneath him, her hand coming in contact with his forehead. She pushes him away and he gives her a big burly laugh. "All that talk," he mumbles and she can't even respond. She just moans, covering her face as her body continues to come for him.

He peels her hands off of her face, threading his fingers into hers, pressing them down into the mattress on either side of her head. "Hi," he whispers.

"You're good at that."

"Don't sound so surprised," he says with a mock frown. "Are you ready or do you need a second?"

"Just wait. I'll get you back," she promises softly, freeing her right hand, reaching down between them, wrapping her fingers around him. She pumps her fist up and down on him, twisting her wrist every time she reaches the tip of him. "Are you ready?" she asks softly. When he nods she pierces herself with him, guiding him all the way back into her. She was cocky a moment ago, promising him one back, but she knows that's she cannot be stopped now. She knows how's sensitive she'll be from here on out and just the sight of his forearms, the veins rippling in them, his tattoo, the pleasure that reads across his face, those things alone could make her come.

He's always been expressive. She usually knows exactly what he's thinking because if he's not telling her, his facial expressions are. There was a distinctive wrinkle in his nose and his lips are pressed into a hard line as he pumps in and out of her. He dips down and catches her lips in a kiss, his free hand grabbing her breast in his hand. He claws the cup of her bra down and latches to her dark hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth. She melts into him, allows herself to come again, hoping that he doesn't notice. It'd be impossible though, she thinks. She squeezes at him and when his hips begin moving slower, almost slowing to a stop, she shakes her head.

"Keep going," she whispers. "I'm not gonna stop coming. Just keep going."

When her words register he stops, completely. He needs a second to wrap his head around it. How could she be this delectable? How could she be this responsive? "God damn it, Olivia," he groans. The idea that this will keep happening is crippling. She already feels so good, so hot, so tight that the idea that this will be perpetual almost ends him.

"Go on," she goads, squeezing at him.

He wants to tap out. Maybe he hadn't been prepared for this. He feels himself levitate out of his own body and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to ground himself again. He has to block pieces of her out to survive this. Her sounds, the look on her face, the way her nails are biting into the back of his hand and his shoulder. He disassociates and focuses solely on the feel of her gripping at him. He runs his nose against her breast and he begins moving again, slowly thrusting high up into her before lazily dragging out.

It doesn't matter the tempo. Underneath him she is spiraling, her eyes rolling back into her head and a small smile flitting across her face. "So deep," she mumbles, pressing her hand into her belly. Her eyes widen when she feels him deep inside her gut and she's so excited that she grabs for his hand. She pressed his hand in the same spot and as his hips drive forward, he feels it simultaneously, around his hard cock and through her belly on his hand.

Olivia is everything and more sexually. Beautiful, seductive, vocal, responsive... he feels his ears buzzing, his balls seizing as he presses farther insider of her.

"I can't take it," he grumbles, his hips quickening. His eyes lock on hers and it's like he's reached a new level of desperation. His mouth latches to hers and he wraps both of her arms around his neck and he pounds into her. "Oh, baby," he groans.

"Come for me, my love," she commands and it's the closest thing to I love you that she's ever given him. She's never said it back, but the desire is there. It rings in her ears, not just I love you, but my love for you is infinite. She'll never stop loving him and she accepts it now.

As if he'd been waiting on her word all along he spurts inside of her, groaning loudly as he does. "Olivia," he calls roughly, burying his forehead into the crook of her neck. He kisses at the tops of her breasts as he empties himself completely.

He collapses, breathing heavily. He doesn't even realize that she'd come with him. He'd been so wrapped up, too dazed, too self-involved to even notice. But she doesn't mind. It's their first time. It's crazy enough that they're even doing this. Her mind still can't fathom it and it's already been done.

"Oh, Elliot," Olivia mumbles with disbelief sliding against her words. On top of her, he laughs before he plants a kiss on her clavicle.

"Can we stay here all night?"

Olivia nods.

"Good thing," he mumbles. "I need a nap, but I am not done."

Olivia nods again, ignoring her desire to pee. She doesn't even think her legs will operate if she tried to. He begins snoring and she doesn't even have the energy to tell him to pull out. She kisses the side of his head and she lies back, joining him in blissful sleep.