A/N: The people wanted a smutty second chapter. So here you go.

Olivia was a private person. She had kept every relationship she had ever been in a secret for as long as possible. Until something, usually the job, forced her to disclose who she had invited into her bed.

So she would never quite understand why she had asked Elliot, Elliot Stabler, to kiss her, in the middle of a dance floor, in the middle of a wedding, in front of all her subordinates and colleagues.

But when his hand touched the back of her neck, she found that she actually didn't care at all.

She smiled against his lips and wondered if the tears on her cheeks were his or her own.

"We're kissing." He said with a low voice.

"I know." She whispered back. "In front of people."

He nodded against her forehead and in sync they both took a deep breath before he guided them off the dance floor.

"About damn time!" Fin shouted from the bar and Olivia's already warm cheeks suddenly got even warmer.

"Not another word, Fin." She said when they reached the bar, throwing in a three second glare for good measure, partly successful in hiding the tiny smirk on her face.

It was hard not to smile after kissing Elliot.

Getting the message, Fin just grinned and walked back to the table and his new wife.

"So..." Elliot said, leaning into her just a little bit.

"So..." She echoed.

"I have a car."

"I have a son."

In the matter of seconds his face changed from disappointment to understanding and she wondered if she should let him suffer just for a little longer.

"I get it." He said, placing a hand at the small of her back, seemingly unaware of the effect that had on her.

"No, I don't think you do. I just meant we have to go home, to my place."

It was forward. But fuck it. Fuck her personal rules about not bringing men home when Noah was there. Fuck her worries about facing her nanny when she didn't come home alone.

If it meant having Elliot in her bed, fuck it all.

"Oh." He said, looking both relieved and just a little bit dumbfounded.

"Mhm."

"You do know that if we say goodbye now, everyone will know that we left early to..."

"Fuck?"

She could see how he clenched his teeth by her bluntness, and she loved knowing that she had some effect on him too.

"We've waited for decades, El. What's another two hours?"

"A lifetime." He simply said.

And she agreed.

Ninety minutes later he had one hand on the steering wheel and another on her thigh, making her worried about passing out because she kept holding her breath. Especially when he moved his hand just a little hi-fuck.

She wanted to tell him to drive faster, but figured the little she had left of her dignity would need to be saved for about fifteen minutes later. She already knew she would be begging.

Alone.

No wedding party, no nanny, no kids, no case to work.

Alone.

No moral reasons for why they couldn't.

And he looked at her in a way she had never seen him look at her before.

There was still a little softness in his eyes, but he looked at her like prey. With any other man it would've made her feel uneasy, but not with him.

Elliot was allowed to look at her like that.

One part of her wanted him to just act on it. Do her up against the wall. But she didn't trust her legs to keep standing much longer. Somehow, after just a couple of kisses and his hand on her thigh, she already had that post orgasm shake in her body.

"Come here." She finally said and this time she took his hand, not the other way around.

She closed the bedroom door carefully, a stark contrast to what her body ached for. She didn't want careful, or gentle.

Not after waiting for almost twenty-three fucking years.

And he must've known, because suddenly he was behind her, pulling her hair, forcing her head to tilt just enough for him to get access to her neck where he placed his lips.

"Fuck..." She breathed the word out.

"Liv..." He said against her skin, and it sounded like a warning. Or a plea. Like a "I can't hold back anymore."

"I know."

He grabbed the zipper on her dress and pulled it all the way down, revealing the black lace underwear underneath, and her olive skin.

She didn't care that her body didn't look like it had twenty years ago. None of that mattered when Elliot was tugging at her dress and seconds later let it fall to the floor without a sound.

"Turn around." He demanded, and his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

When they were almost face to face, Olivia a few inches shorter now without her heels, she saw it.

Admiration. Lust. Love. All of it. For her.

She didn't let his eyes linger for too long, though. Because he was hard against her hip and she needed his clothes off.

He leaned in to kiss her and she realized that she hadn't had his lips on hers since the dance floor.

All those years of looking at his lips, she never thought it would feel like this. She still wasn't prepared for how his tongue in her mouth made the hairs on her arms stand, how her legs would tremble. How it would completely ruin her underwear.

"Off." She mumbled against his mouth as she started to fumble with his belt after getting his shirt off.

"Get on the bed." He practically growled the words out and she hated how it made her inner walls clench around nothing. But she loved it just the same.

She took a few steps backwards and sat down when the back of her thighs collided with the edge.

His eyes were locked on her as he undid the belt and finally, he was standing in front of her in just his boxers. She swallowed in anticipation because even without looking, she could tell how hard he was.

"Off." He said, echoing her own words from before.

At this point, he could've said "jump out the window" and she would've asked "how many times?" It felt like being in some kind of trance, and she didn't hesitate a second before she reached for the clasp on her bra and unhooked it.

Even in her poorly lit bedroom she could see how his eyes darkened when she pulled the bra off and threw it on the floor next to where he was standing.

He had surprised her with his demands and the way his voice seemed to rumble up from the depths of his chest, and he surprised her again when he got down on his knees, effectively spreading her legs open with his broad shoulders. It made her pant with anticipation.

His hands were suddenly everywhere. Down by her ankles, on the back of her calves, over her knees and on the inside of her thighs.

She whimpered when he hooked his fingers in the last remaining material that covered her. He looked up at her then and they locked eyes as she lifted her hips up to give him room, and permission, to pull them down.

Only then did she realize that Elliot could see all of her now, smell her, and she came down to rest on her elbows as she threw her head back, overwhelmed by how fucking heightened all of her senses seemed to be.

"El... Please." There it was. The inevitable begging.

But she only had to beg once because a second later his tongue was running up and down her slit, spreading her open with his tongue.

As ready as her body was, it still felt like a complete shock to her system. Like being electrocuted in the best way possible. She held a hand over her mouth but it wouldn't do. Not the way he was firmly circling his tongue around her clit.

She fumbled around with her hand and grabbed the nearest pillow. When she pressed it down on her face and cried into it she could've sworn she felt him smile against her.

She wasn't going to last long and as much as she wanted to wait, wait until he was finally buried inside her, she was powerless to stop the climax that he was currently working and pushing her closer and closer towards.

"Fuck... Fuck!" Her cries into the pillow were muffled, but he heard her loud and clear.

"Come in my mouth, Liv."

Shit, this was actually happening. She was naked, spread out in front of him. And he was telling her to come in his fucking mouth.

She rocked her hips against him and seconds later her moans and cries turned into one strangled sob that ended with her biting down on the soft material covering her mouth.

She threw the pillow away and gasped for the air she had momentarily forgotten she had ever needed.

He gave her no time to recover, because he was beyond desperate now. She could feel it, hear it, see it.

While she was still panting from her first orgasm he got up from the floor and pulled his boxers down. And then he was on top of her.

His lips were glistening with her arousal and it spurred her on, making her match his frantic energy and his need for this to finally happen. For him to finally sink into her.

He placed his cock at her entrance and they locked eyes again. "Slow?" He asked, his growling voice from before now replaced with something gentle.

But she didn't want gentle.

"No. Not slow." She heard herself whisper.

And as his hand covered her mouth he slammed into her with one, hard thrust that forced her to close her eyes and cry against his hand. It hurt, more than she had expected. Because even in her wildest dreams, she could've never prepared herself for him to be this big, to stretch and fill her more thoroughly than any man ever had.

"Fuck... Liv." He was back to growling now and that was the only warning she got before he pulled out and slammed into her again. And again. And again.

She clawed at his back while trying as hard as she could to hold back her moans. But even his strong hand on her mouth couldn't stop a few sharp cries to fill the space between them.

They moved together. Olivia with her back partly arched, lifting her hips as much as she could to meet him.

In a desperate attempt to prolong the pleasure, she grabbed his hand and pulled it from her mouth. "From behind."

Seconds later she was on her stomach, her head buried in a pillow while he was pushing into her. He was crushing her with his body and she loved it. Absolutely, completely, utterly loved it.

She'd been trying to delay her second orgasm for as long as possible but she just couldn't anymore. Her lower belly contracted and suddenly all she could think about was coming with him inside of her.

With one hand fisted in the sheets, she moved her other hand down and between herself and the mattress. She smiled into the white fabric when she got the wanted response from the man on top of her.

"Fucking Christ, Liv..."

If only he knew how many times she had done this while thinking of him.

He breathed heavily through his nose now. She wasn't the only one having trouble staying somewhat quiet.

But suddenly, he slowed down.

Before she could beg him to keep going, he leaned down and whispered breathlessly next to her ear. "Liv, this... us... this is it. No more running. No more waiting. Are we clear?"

She nodded vigorously against the pillow. Because yes. Yes. This was it.

She felt his lips on her shoulder and then his teeth when he started to push into her again. It was more frantic now, more frenzied, desperate. He was close and more than her own release she wanted to feel his.

While he bit down on her shoulder, she did the same with the pillow, and then she clenched around him, hard.

"Fuck-k!"

He emptied himself inside of her and the vibrations from his trembling hips against her backside sent her flying over the edge.

He collapsed on top of her and for a minute she let him stay there, before she could no longer ignore her need for oxygen.

She raised her head enough for him to get the hint and he rolled off, landing on his back next to her.

She turned on her side and looked at him with wonder and the tiniest hint of shock in her eyes. "Shit..."

"Yeah... that was..." He was still catching his breath.

"Completely mediocre."

"Totally. You were ok." He was smiling with his eyes closed and she didn't know if she had ever loved him more.

"Next time, I'll really rock your world." She said sarcastically while dragging her hand over his chest.

He opened his eyes then and looked at her. "Next time." And the jokes were effectively over, because both of them knew what that meant.

This was it.

A/N: Where's the exit.