A/N: Just a short and smutty chapter while waiting for new episodes tonight.

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"Wait. Tell me one more time what she said exactly?"

"I'm not the one who stabbed the captain with a pickle."

"And then she passed out?"

"Basically, yeah."

Amanda was wiping away tears from laughing at this point, while Olivia was covering her face in utter shame.

It had been almost three months since that night in her apartment and they were finally moving towards some sense of normalcy. Except for the fact that no one knew they had been sleeping together. That was a secret Olivia was determined to keep for as long as possible.

However, it had been her idea to bring Elliot along for drinks with her squad.

She wasn't stupid, she knew they'd find out eventually. And when they did, she wanted them to like him. Or at least, not to hate him.

The drinks helped, and so did Elliot's endless chain of stories from Olivia's past.

"Ok, enough." She said before emptying her third glass of wine.

"I'm gonna go order us another round and when I get back you better be done dragging me through the mud."

As she stood by the bar waiting for the bartender, she looked over at their booth and let her eyes rest on her old partner.

He had aged well. A little bulkier, a little hardened in the face, but those eyes... It was the same set of eyes that she had felt glued to her so many times. She loved his eyes.

She looked at his arms and the way he moved. With his black sweater rolled up, she could see how his muscles tensed slightly when he lifted the bottle of beer to his mouth. His mouth.

Suddenly he was looking back at her and she felt herself blush. Like a fucking teenager.

He was saying something that almost made Kat do a spit take and curiosity got the best of her. She quickly placed the order before walking back to the group.

When she was less than ten feet away from the booth, a very mischievous looking Amanda called out "are you ready for me, daddy?"

If she thought she was blushing before, it was nothing compared to the color that now spread across her chest and her cheeks.

"Elliot." She turned to him and glared. "Go fuck yourself."

She punched him playfully in the arm when she sat down, determined to get her revenge.

Not so accidentally, she brushed her leg against his, before she subtly moved her hand to rest on his thigh. She felt him shift a little next her and her lips curled into a small smirk.

You wanna play games, Stabler? I can do that.

For a while she just let her hand rest there, moving her thumb in tiny circles against the stiff fabric of his pants.

She didn't look at him, but he was looking at her. Those same eyes. Always looking at her.

Slowly she moved her hand a little higher, until her fingers were positioned dangerously close to his inner thigh.

Just as Fin was in the middle of telling the story of how Munch got shot in the ass, she eyed her opportunity to glide her hand over his crotch.

He was getting hard.

For her. Because of her.

Suddenly she realized that her revenge had backfired terribly.

As uncomfortable as he was getting, she was struggling to focus on anything but the bulge in his pants, and her own underwear that were slowly getting ruined.

She hadn't felt like this in years. If she was being honest with herself she didn't know if she had ever felt like this at all.

For so many years she had mastered the art of denying herself. Pleasure, because it too often interfered with the job. Happiness, because it might not last.

And now, because of him, she was slowly unraveling and she didn't know if she was supposed to love or despise it.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe and she fumbled for her phone in her pocket.

"Sorry, just got a text from Lucy, I better go call her." She lied before sliding out of the booth and headed towards the restroom with quick steps.

Seconds later she was leaning against the counter, breathing fast.

Get a fucking grip, Benson.

"I should go check that everything's alright." Amanda said, moving to get out of the booth.

"I'll do it." Elliot said without looking at the blonde.

When he opened the door slowly, she was gripping the edge of the sink with her head bent down. It looked like she had splashed water on her face, and he smiled then. She didn't come in here to call her babysitter.

"Liv?"

She lifted her head then.

"This is the ladies room, El. Last I checked, you're definitely not a lady." Her eyes fell to the bulge between his legs.

"You ok?" He asked, amusement written all over his face.

"Screw you." She threw back, but she was smiling too now. It was fucking impossible to stay mad at this man.

He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips.

"Is that what you want?"

She was about to scoff and say something about a public space and a dirty restroom when he pushed his pelvis against her ass.

"Ugh..."

"I can fuck you right here, right now."

He was grinding against her now and her grip on the white porcelain tightened. She closed her eyes and let her head fall forward again. Fuck, she wanted him. Right here, right now, like he said.

"Lock the door." She whispered.

Back at the booth, Kat sent a worried look towards the direction where Olivia and Elliot had just disappeared.

"Sure everything is ok? Something wrong with Noah?"

Amanda and Fin locked eyes then and the blonde snickered.

"I'm sure it's fine."

A second after locking the door, he was back on her.

She was frantically unbuttoning and unzipping her slacks. No time for foreplay, and honestly no need.

He took the hint and followed suit.

"Christ, Liv..."

He breathed out as he leaned in to kiss her neck. He loved how exposed and accessible her neck was when she had her hair up in one of her ponytails.

"Mmm." She hummed as she tugged at her pants and underwear. The sensation of his lips on her skin almost making her forget that they were in a hurry.

As soon as she had her clothes around her thighs, he was moving between them, quickly positioning himself and letting his cock drag up and down her folds.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

She just nodded as she bent over slightly, arching her back just a little.

I know.

"Fuck me, El. Now."

He obliged happily and slammed into her in one hard thrust.

Just as she was about to cry out from the burning pleasure, a hand came over her mouth, making her cries muffled and muttered.

"You feel so fucking good."

She nodded mindlessly again while breathing heavily through her nose.

"Look at me, Liv."

She did her best to lift her head and when their eyes met in the mirror she automatically clenched around him. The sight of him taking her like this, was too surreal, she was barely able to comprehend it.

She pushed her hips back and met his thrusts eagerly. The sound of his skin slapping against hers spurring her on.

"Are you gonna come for me?"

She whimpered against his hand then.

Yes, El. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He worked harder and faster against her and a couple of frantic minutes later, every single muscle in her body contracted and he groaned against her ear as he filled her with his cum. "Fuck-k."

When he finally removed his hand over her mouth, she gasped for air.

"Shit…"

"I know, Liv." He kissed her neck again before he slowly started to pull out, causing her to let out a little hiss.

If her squad had any suspicions, they covered it well when Olivia and Elliot exited the restroom five minutes later.

She was standing by the bar waiting for a glass of water when Amanda walked up next to her.

"Everything ok with Noah?"

"What? Oh, yeah. He's fine."

"Good." Amanda said as she leaned against the bar.

"So Elliot helped you out then, with your situation."

Busted.

"Shut up."

She looked at Amanda then and her serious glare lasted about three seconds before she burst out laughing.

"Good for you, Liv." Amanda chuckled before giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

It was a weird feeling, being so intensely satisfied and so completely mortified at the same time. But Olivia realized then that with Elliot finally back in her life, she wouldn't want it any other way.