Title: Unlock the Door

Chapter Two: Body Heat

Rating: M

Category: Humor/UST/RST/Tipsy Confessional/Canon Divergent/Fluff/Witty Banter/Smut

Summary: A morning after, running water, and the evidence of Olivia's hangover beckon Elliot in for a lot more than assisting in a quick, comfortable recovery.

"Tell me does the world know the truth about this girl, tangled in a mess of broken promises" -Unknown

Note: There are little pieces of canon that do not exist. A marriage ended because Elliot Stabler is not a cheater and it is gross to think he would. Eli doesn't exist. However, this is, roughly, during season 10 (Post-Wildlife with enough time for Elliot to recover from the shooting) so think accordingly on the timeframe. If Liv seems OOC, try to think beyond the scope of what we saw on the show. We never actually saw her drunk...and this is exactly how I'd imagine she'd act. This is blamed on and dedicated to my SVU writers' group. You know who you are and I'm begrudgingly staring at you.

PS: I don't know how this will float. It ventured into a slightly raunchy place and I don't really write quite like that. Proceed with caution.

Like mosaic,

Beautiful but broken

Pieces fit together

To create the wonder

That is your soul.

-Unknown

6:45 AM

Elliot hadn't slept that hard in months. It had taken just shy of an hour to let go long enough to get there but the sound of Olivia's breathing was the catalyst. The rhythm, the sound, was just enough that it pushed him further into a lull. He watched her features soften in the low glow of the moon until the clouds surrounded it, swallowed it, and began to flutter with a flurry of snow. Somehow, he would've given anything to steal another fifteen minutes of staring at her but he gave in, held her tighter, and succumbed to the elusive creature known as sleep. Even as the hours ticked away, slumber had him in a tight grip and nothing but the sound of water running managed to wake him.

For a long moment, Elliot stared at the ceiling as his bearings recentered and his hand groped across the mattress, marking her absence as his awareness became heightened, sharper, and concerned.

"Liv?" Elliot dragged his hand back as he sat up, pulling a handful of pajamas in the process, his attention turning toward the closed bathroom door as his mind began to whirl. "Oh, shit. I hope she hasn't been in there long."

There was hesitation as he slid out of the bed and squinted at the bitter, white light emanating from the pane of glass barely shrouded by a thin set of drapes. Part of him considered that the spark, much like her buzz from the night before, had faded in the night. In some ways, the uncharted waters had left more uncertainty within him than he'd ever been able to fully wrap his head around even as he glanced at the pile of discarded panties and pajamas that she had left on the empty side of the bed. Elliot wanted to know, more than ever, if Olivia had meant it. He wanted to know if it wasn't crazy that he was already reaching for the door handle, without a thought of knocking.

The fleeting sense of an open invitation evaporating had Elliot's misgivings moving to the front of his mind.

Elliot kept the door partially closed, letting the shockingly cool air blow back and hit him in the face as he wondered if he should just forget even continuing. "Liv, are you okay?"

"I, uh, thought I could be real fucking slick and just wait it out but that tequila really came back to haunt me when I got in here," Olivia's voice was soft and muddled behind the onslaught of water from the shower head, marred by a shakiness he hadn't heard before as a low grunt left her lips and her fingers squeaked across the porcelain. "I've been sitting here for twenty minutes staring at the faucet wondering if I should turn the hot water higher."

Elliot wetted his lips and chewed the inside of his cheek as he pushed the door open to find her hugging her knees at the bottom of the tub, the shower curtain closed just enough to keep the water in but not conceal her. "Oh, my God, Liv. Do you even have hot water on?"

"I really don't know," Olivia looked up at him, her limbs shaking just enough to be visible as she hid her sex out of desperation to stay warm and not out of modesty. "I'm cold."

"The water is barely tap water in July, Benson," Elliot leaned across the tub and gave the hot water handle a few, generous turns as he felt her soft gaze in his direction while her toes wiggled beneath the water. "That should start turning out some heat here in a second."

"It already is," Olivia watched him stand up and shift toward the door, the concern clashing with a touch of embarrassment as he did his best not to stare at her while reaching for the handle. "You're not leaving, are you?"

"Well, I assumed you just wanted to relax alone since you said you're hungover?" Elliot stammered and got caught Olivia's waiting line of sight as she ran her fingers through her hair and lifted her chin with an expectant look blooming on her face. "I didn't want to intrude."

"Leaving everything on the bed still didn't send a message? Really, El? Your perception is better than that and I recover quickly," Olivia rolled her eyes and flashed a smile as she stretched her fingers across the edge of the tub, keeping her knees up to her chest. "You're a quarter of the way undressed, finish the job."

"Where has this side of you been hiding?" Elliot obliged the command, stepping out of his socks while pulling his belt free from the loop, fidgeting as she continued to look up at him from the confines of the tub. "Is this a usual thing or were you saving it to throw me off?"

"Everyone has duality," Olivia rested her chin against the edge of the tub and tilted her head, letting the water hit her shoulders as she slid down a bit to get warm, letting a groan leave her lips. "I'm just waiting patiently to see yours."

Elliot had been shirtless in front of her plenty of times but, while tugging the undershirt over his head, his consciousness was half-frazzled over stripping down to nothing despite how perfectly visible the curve of her thigh and hip was. In fact, very little of her was hidden from his view. It was enough to inspire an unreasonable amount of anxiety as he felt the twitch against his shorts. He was painfully aware of every visible mark on Olivia's body, every freckle or scar, and couldn't help but look at the modest jutting of her collarbone as she lifted her head to adjust her position against the porcelain. She was more than beautiful; she was electric.

Beneath the bleeding mascara and goosebump covered flesh, Olivia had unraveled so much more than Elliot's self-control.

"Are you going to keep staring at me while I strip down, Liv?" Elliot had his slacks around his thighs while the embarrassment was kicking in from the look she had on her face as she casually angled her knees together. "Am I a test subject? Preparing to inspect me?"

"I could have asked you to go slowly but I didn't," Olivia tapped her fingers against the bottom edge of the shower curtain, making it dance just slightly as she blinked slowly, waiting for his slacks to touch the floor. "Are you afraid that I'll notice exactly what was already pushing into my back in the middle of the night? It might be a little late for that to worry you…"

"Christ," Elliot was balancing with his hand against the sink, his back aimed toward her while the blood rushed to his extremities in a not-so-subtle reminder of the plight that had begun in the middle of the night. "I don't know that I needed a reminder of what happens to the male species during the early morning hours, but thank you."

"You might not, but, maybe I do," Olivia captured the tip of her tongue between her teeth, tugged the curtain a little further back, and maneuvered to her feet, leaving Elliot to dwell on the situation while the visual of her silhouette was clear through the curtain. "Having second thoughts or are you coming?"

Elliot wanted to brood about it but his mind was already on the easy observation of Olivia's hands pressed against the wall as she leaned into the path of the showerhead and let out a low, elated groan. There wasn't anything left to imagine as the clear outline of her bent knee and bowed head was more than enough to embolden the thunderous beating of his heart in his chest. Elliot swallowed hard as the steam began to billow through the small space, inviting him in as the last of the chill nipped at his bare legs. The prospect of what resided behind that curtain was promising and stirred every nerve as he discarded the last article of clothing and reached for the side of the vinyl.

"You could make a guy feel like he needs to go to confessional based solely on what your words do to them," Elliot shuddered as the hot water peppered his chest while his hand secured the curtain fully against the wall, closing them both before suppressing a vocalization as he glanced at the sloping curve of her hip. "Oh, fuck."

Olivia turned her head just enough to see him through the cascade of water between them, her eyes unmistakably moving over him as she pushed her fingers against the tile and bit down on her lip. "I can see that. I'd apologize but I can't take all of the credit for it."

"You are awfully witty for a woman that was literally hugging her knees not two minutes ago," Elliot spun her around and snaked his arm around her waist while the other redirected the showerhead a touch higher, letting it hit him at the same level as his collarbone, keeping it from battering her in the ear as she held his gaze. "That's an interesting dichotomy, don't you think?"

"That was before I knew, with certainty, that you were going to take me seriously and I could fully process exactly how good it was going to feel just to have you up against me," Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and nudged his chin with the tip of her nose, breathing heavily against his Adam's apple. "How long do you think it'll last?"

"I'm so glad you didn't word that question as an inquiry into how long I'll last because I can almost guarantee that it won't be for very long," Elliot tilted her chin with his index, taking a long look at her expressive mahogany eyes before pushing her bottom lip down with his own, teasing her just enough to elicit a sharp moan. "Doesn't sound like you will either."

Olivia dug her fingers into his shoulders and grazed her teeth against his lip, growling until he gave in to the chase. The taste of diluted mouthwash and toothpaste tapped into his senses as the preparatory action made him smile against her kiss. Elliot knew that Olivia had committed to the leap, right down to making sure that the lingering aftertaste of tequila had been washed away. He held onto her, sliding his fingers to her backside to squeeze, grip, and lift her into a better angle against his lips. He wanted more and craved the stuttered hum that reverberated against his mouth as his tongue glided past lips and teeth. This is what he could've gotten drunk off of and it exhilarated her as he pulsed against her.

"El," Olivia's voice was ragged as the sensory overload had her clutching onto him tighter while his free hand traced the curve of her breast. "Oh, my God, why are you teasing me?"

Elliot nibbled along her jaw, creeping toward her earlobe until it was between his teeth while his thumb circled her nipple, drawing a series of moans while she squeezed his bicep. "I want to see exactly how excited you get, Liv. See how far I can go before your knees buckle and your legs start to shake."

"Ah, fuck you, Elliot Stabler," Olivia buried her face against his shoulder and inadvertently pushed the tender flesh of her breast into his palm, making the ache even worse as her entire body shuddered from the sensation. "Mmmm, Jesus Christ."

"Oh, not yet, Olivia Benson," Elliot's digits traced a delicate line down the center of her back until her muscles twitched beneath his touch, pushing them further, lower, toward her backside where they generously squeezed until he throbbed against her. "Is it a tease when I'm in just as much pain as you are or is that something else entirely?"

"You're a glutton for punishment and we're going to run out of hot water before we even think to get there, El," Olivia's knees bobbed and her thigh cradled against the unavoidable erection punishing too many of the right nerve endings as her breath came out in a ragged moan. "God, I want you so fucking bad."

Elliot hadn't stopped to think about a surge of cold water against their skin as the blood rushed to his extremities while he guided her knee a little higher against his hip. There was a part of him that didn't care about the sensory overload that it would inflict as his fingers dotted along her hip, across the outside of her thigh, and down toward the bundle of nerves that had begun pulsate against him as she held him tighter. Olivia had wondered and waited for the feel of Elliot's skin cradled perfectly with hers but hadn't imagined it would be anything quite like this, even as the tips of his fingers grazed heat and tender flesh. He had always been at arm's length, just out of reach and incapable of breaching the drawn line. Something she wasn't allowed to indulge in.

Until now.

Wet. Slick from hot water and slipping past ready, eager, sensitive folds.

Hers. His. Theirs.

"Wait," Elliot held her gaze as her mouth gaped while her hips betrayed any hope of maintaining her control with a circular motioning on the palm of his hand, pushing him further. "…slowly…you're too close."

"What if, oh…uh huh…" Olivia's eyes rolled back and a disgruntled hum left her mouth in anticipation of another compulsory twitch of Elliot's digits, causing the air to move across her skin with a snarling bite. "What if I don't want to?"

Elliot's digits were still strumming, playing every note as though he'd known every slope of Olivia's body, every notch, for longer than she knew herself. He directed the bend of her knee a little higher, massaging the remaining tension away from her inner thigh as he followed smooth, twitching skin in a zigzag, finishing the motion with a palm to her ass. Olivia whimpered and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down while Elliot's hand at her waist moved her backward, toward the wall. Olivia's back met the tile and she braced for motion as Elliot only stared, his eyes admiring heat kissed flesh as though there was some uncertainty that they were still standing, still jumping off the ledge. Elliot moved in closer, igniting another trail of gooseflesh across her body as his mouth found the spot just below her earlobe to nibble on.

"Tell me, then," Elliot growled, his mouth vibrating against her neck while his hands redirected the flow of water just enough to only have it touching a minimal section of their bodies while easing off on the hot water. "…what do you want?"

"I want, oh, God—" Olivia whimpered as the water went cold against her skin, splashing down sensitive curves and along hot bits of flesh that had been yearning for more of Elliot's touch. "I want, out of this shower, and let go of control, for once. Let me, please."

Elliot couldn't tell if Olivia had intended on it to come out as a plea but it did. He dotted his fingers along her midback, curving them up the formation of her spine as he guided her forward, against his chest to meet an open, waiting mouth. Elliot nibbled on Olivia's bottom lip, moved his tongue past her teeth, and let the moan tremble against him. He groped, shutting off the water with the turn of the handles, and let the echo of drips reverberate against heavy breathing. Olivia held on, snaking her arms around his neck while the steam continued to rise.

"I thought you wanted out of the shower," Elliot muttered against her earlobe as she hummed against his shoulder and slid her hands along his sides to cop a generous feel of his backside. "That won't get you any closer."

"I don't see you reaching for those towels," Olivia nibbled on his collarbone, setting her teeth against him just enough to cajole a low grown out of him while she kept her hands firmly against his ass. "Consider it motivation—it's certainly motivating me."

Elliot reached back and firmly yanked both free from the hook they were hanging from, feebly moving around with the tips of her fingers migrating to his flexing abdominals, her eyes still aimed toward his. "Olivia, you are less cooperative than you were last night and I was competing with everything you drank."

"The anticipatory struggle you are experiencing is quite a sight, El," Olivia knew exactly what she was doing as she weakly lifted her arms to accept the wrapping of a warm, dry towel to conceal her every curve as Elliot grunted with the lick of her lips. "In a hurry?"

"Swear to Christ, Benson," Elliot earned the laugh this time as he shoved a notch into the wrapped towel around his waist, barely hiding the bulge that was aching with every little move he made in her honor, at her request. "Making those moves to acquiesce to your requests."

Navigating through previously set boundaries was proving to be similar to their bathtub conditions as slippery when wet was creeping in and both of them gracelessly climbed onto the mat. Olivia's bathroom already looked like a battlefield, with Elliot's clothing strewn about in random spots on the floor. Elliot took a moment to process the sight before him; bare from the thigh down, still dripping wet with her fingers through her hair, towel clinging to her torso. Olivia Benson was dewy and glowing as the light danced against her skin with the advancing steps into the bedroom, her eyes meeting his as she continued to back up. Hunger was written on her face.

Desire was all over his.

Olivia chewed on her bottom lip and pressed against the foot of the bed, bunching the bedding along the backs of her wet legs as she raised a brow at Elliot in the doorway. "Where do you want me?"

Elliot's mental processes stalled as the towel shifted, revealing her to her hip on one side, his chin gesturing forward like he had gone mute temporarily while he searched for the words until his voice cracked. "…There, right there."

"That's a first," Olivia shifted her weight from left to right and scooted onto the edge of the bed, doing everything she could not to smirk as he eclipsed the distance between them. "Voice cracking and a vague instruction? You sound nervous, Detective Stabler."

"Damn right, I'm nervous," Elliot held her at the knees, sweeping them back toward him, gliding his palms up her thighs until he could feel the heat radiating off of her from her core and her hips instinctively bucked to meet him. "Ten, long, years. Watching you move. Listening to you laugh. Getting too close to you. Wondering when, if, how to cross the line and not turn back from a moment like this one. Aren't you?"

"Elliot, oh my God," Olivia propped herself up with her elbows as the towel crept and repositioned, delicately revealing more of her little by little while she tilted her head back and coiled her fingers around the bedding before nodding gently. "Yeah…and the only thing I'm not second-guessing is that look on your face. I don't want what happens here to be a mistake and maybe, just maybe, every delay is me thinking it might be."

"Let me do the worrying," Elliot brought her knee a little higher and bent to kiss the skin along where her thigh began, never once taking his eyes off of hers. "Let me be the one to question everything."

Olivia sharply inhaled and bit down on her lip as he dragged his bottom lip a little higher on her leg while his fingers caressed closer to that tightly wound bundle of heat he'd already been teasing beneath the cascade of hot water. "That is a task that is easier said than done…please, don't stop, please, don't stop."

They had been circling each other despite the groping and teasing in the shower. This was different. This was teeming with finality and as Elliot's knee met the top of the bed, Olivia's posture adjusted to accommodate him, beckon him, welcome him in. Elliot's thighs bumped against her backside as he moved forward and tilted her chin to meet another, waiting kiss. Elliot could've spent hours just kissing Olivia if it meant he could cajole goosebump after goosebump from the slightest of touches. His hands weaved through her hair to the middle of her spine, moving her back a little further from the mattress and guiding her onto his lap.

Agony crested again as he twitched against her and the moan reached higher with the notching timbre of Olivia's voice.

Elliot carefully put distance between their lips and listened to the whimper as his index moved across the tucked notch, loosening the towel that kept her hidden from his gaze, his touch, his lips, uncovering more than he'd been able to absorb in the shower. "You are so beautiful. How in the hell did I deserve this, Liv?"

"Don't question it," Olivia's voice was no longer comfortably residing in the lower registers as the need outweighing the want, her hips doing much of the talking with a tremble. "Make love to me, Elliot."

"Liv, I wanted to take my time with that request," Elliot dragged his thumb across her lips, watching the deepening blush as it etched across her cheeks with the staggering of breaths, captivated by the way she moved. "…but the more you move like that, the more you speak, the more I want to see what resides on the other side of an undulation, your legs wrapped around me, offending the walls with every sound."

Olivia's limbs shook as Elliot traced a line across her jaw and followed every scar, every dot, across her collarbone and down, caressing the tender flesh of her breasts just enough to wheedle another low, elongated groan from her lips. Elliot was meticulous in his motions as she held onto him, their gazes locked while his fingers moved over trembling abdominals with the singular intent of meeting heat just to make her twitch again, to get her closer to a crescendo. Olivia's lips parted and the sound that came out was loud as Elliot's middle finger played a note that rivaled any introduction to a symphony, instantly reminding her of what he was already capable of. She gripped his shoulders and resisted the bucking as the melodic, circular motioning played her as he knew her inside and out, dragging every note until her head dropped back, crying toward the ceiling. Elliot still hadn't gotten her there but she was close.

"Oh, God, please, El," Olivia hung on his nickname, drawing it out in a long breath as her voice dropped an octave and she growled at the trapped terry cloth between them, licking her lips as the staggering air sputtered in and out of her lungs. "Why are you still hiding behind a towel?"

Elliot withdrew his fingers and bit back a smirk as she unintentionally hissed at the ceiling while he lifted her a little higher, encouraging her thighs around his ribs. "Have I mentioned that are impatient, Liv?"

"I have waited for ten, long years. I think I've been more than patient," Olivia's breasts were hovering at neck level as she craned his head back to rub up against him, transferring every bit of her heat onto him, impressing upon him just how far he had pushed her. "Let me have you. I don't know how long I'll get to keep you."

There was sadness and gravity in that admission and despite how badly Elliot craved those sounds Olivia made, he wanted to give her everything she wanted. Waiting hadn't made them grow fonder; it had set off the sparks and spun the livewire, threatening to burn anyone that interfered. Elliot hummed against her skin as he nibbled on the valley between her breasts while lowering her back onto the mattress, only to smooth his fingers across the mattress. He lavished her with a trail of nibbles and kisses along the curve of each breast, setting his teeth against tender buds of flesh while his fingertips pushed her thighs apart a little more. His name echoed in refrain as he moved along the flat of her belly, occasionally dragging his teeth across the renewal of goosebumps. The sounds she made reached another level as his mouth found that same, throbbing bundle of nerves that had already been brought so close to the edge. Olivia had nothing to grab onto but his ears and the top of his head as she arched her back against him, pushing his face a little further between her thighs.

Elliot could already feel the waiting quake poised to spill over as he dragged the flat of his tongue across delicate folds and lifted his chin to watch her writhing beneath him. "A guy can't take his time with you, can he?"

"Not you," Olivia's chest heaved as she watched him discard the towel and shift his hands over her thighs, maneuvering a little higher between them to suck on the space below her navel. "Never you, El."

Elliot was painstakingly slow as he hovered over Olivia and let ache win. Their gazes locked as he held onto her, moving slowly and gently until her mouth silently implored him for more. It wasn't the passing of time that had done them in but, rather, the hours spent circling the drain that had made the sprint to the finish that much more fleeting. Elliot didn't want to end but the upward motion of Olivia's hips was more than enough urgency to make the blood rush to his extremities. They were like freight trains without brakes headed toward cliffs; unaware of the drop. Unaware of the unbridling of cacophonous thirst that had crawled to the surface.

They have no reason to prolong the inevitable and Elliot's animalistic pelvic thrusts were enough to rattle the headboard against the wall. Olivia was certain he was leaving marks against the finish as she held onto him for dear life and tilted her hips to meet each driving thrust. It was enough to set the bed on fire with the presence of a single burning ember. Raw, hot, fueled by mutual pining and the sureness that had come to pass. Certainty collided with pure, white heat, and Elliot felt the first of many punctuated vice grip throbbed against his cock as he filled her again, filling the room with flecks of shimmering, dark stars.

The dizziness had set in.

"Liv, holy, ah, fuck," Elliot hooked his fingers beneath her knee, lifting it higher while he felt everything begin to pulsate and the room started to spin. "Tell me if…if it's too much."

"More, more, more, God, Elliot, more," Olivia moaned and pressed her fingers against the headboard as the thuds became more frantic and less spaced out with her demand. "…Yes!"

They weren't intentionally getting sloppy and rough but wanted to dive, head first, into the unknown and catch air on the way down. The timing couldn't have been less opportune for an interruption as Olivia's cell phone began to chime from the pile of clothes she had discarded the night before. Elliot didn't stop, though, and Olivia barely flinched. The phone, however, continued an escalating chime as the springs began to join in on the hopeless refrain while they delivered a dirty look in the direction of the sound. This was not good. There was no turning back now as Elliot redirected Olivia's attention with the not-so-gentle sensation of his teeth against her nipple.

The gesture simply made Olivia louder.

"They'll call back," Elliot was hoarse as he slowed down a little bit and watched wince in response. "What? I can't have you spilling over yet."

"Goddammit, Elliot Stabler, there's only so many times you can pose a woman at the edge of an orgasm and pull her back before she starts getting sassy," Olivia growled and squeezed his ass, intentionally pulling him back to her, demanding more of him as the sweat was forming along her hairline.

"Starts?" Elliot grasped her hips and pumped into her once, with purpose, watching the contorted, soundless, moan emit while she struggled to hold on. "You're always sassy, Olivia Benson."

Olivia's cell phone finally went quiet and the elated sigh was mutual as Elliot re-established rhythm, consumed in the sensation of being in one another's sphere. They were dangerously close and no amount of interruptions were going to slow the beating of hearts or the gathering impulse. The bed moved again, screeching across the floor just a touch as a spring's cry rivaled one of Olivia's moans. Their names emanated, as though proclaimed in fevered repetition until the sound blended in one, long cry that met the final convulsion between them and the mattress beneath them. The tremor moved in waves, gradually backing down until they held on to revel in the quiet.

The winding chime of the second phone call, though, jerked both of them from their solace.

"I think that's mine this time," Elliot sighed as he was still catching his breath, the willingness to move reluctant at best as Olivia's legs were wrapped around him like vines. "Let me…just…"

Olivia groaned and let him move while she bit down on her lip as the continued flutter was working through her body, admiring his ass until she saw him holding the phone to his cheek. "Wait, I don't think that's—"

"Hello?" Elliot glanced back at her as she gathered the sheet across her body, the pink in her cheeks renewing as he listened. "Captain…yes…oh, okay…I'll tell her and go pick her up…bye."

"I suppose that means no round two?" Olivia sat up as he sank to the bed, his brows furrowed as he set the phone down on the bed beside him.

"Cragen seemed certain I'd be able to tell you that we were being requested?" Elliot looked back at her, the flow of blood still returning to the rest of his body, including his brain. "This can't be good."

"No it isn't good, Elliot," Olivia smirked and held back a laugh as she scooted to her knees and wrapped her arms around him, nibbling on his neck. "That was my cell phone you just answered. We're in for a very long day."

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Unknown (x2)

Please go easy on me in the comments. I am not, typically, a smut writer that doesn't do heavy on the feelings and this is 100% out of my norm. I hope it is enjoyed. I hope it is sexy. I hope it is something that makes sense.