Ok guys this is where the M rating really kicks in lol. Again all EO :)

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Elliot had never paid a bill so fast in his life. He practically dragged her out of the booth and before she knew it they were on the sidewalk.

"Did you leave him a tip?" Olivia asked.

"Yea here's a tip, don't ogle someone else's date…" he said with a little irritation lining his voice.

She laughed at him. Well, she thought, he wasn't wrong.

He had her hand in his as they marched around the corner and down the street. He was taking such big strides that she was almost jogging in her heels.

"El…" she said a little breathless. "El slow down… we'll get there."

He glanced at her over his shoulder, a smirk on his face, and pulled her into him. He spun her around to face him, so she was now walking backwards in step with him up against his body.

He slowed his pace and just looked at her, smiling as his arms held her close, his hands making their way down to her ass.

"Is this better?" He asked.

Her hands went around his neck, appreciating the close contact.

"Mmmm…. Maybe…" she said, baiting him. His eyes darkened a little as his one eyebrow raised.

"Maybe?" He said.

"Yea… it would be better if you were naked." She said her eyes dropping to his lips.

He made a wordless sound, and she could feel it vibrating in his chest. He stopped them and pushed her up against a newspaper dispenser and kissed her.

"Listen… Captain…" he said in between kisses.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me… What you've always done to me…" he said capturing her lips again.

She giggled a little in his mouth. Oh… she knew. She knew alright.

"Oh, you think that's funny?" He said almost under his breath.

He kissed up her jaw to that spot under her ear that made her knees weak. When he pressed his lips there, she moaned and moved her hands down to his ass and pulled him into her. He growled into her neck, took the skin there between his teeth and sucked… hard. There would be a mark. He made sure of that.

She felt her legs wobble, thankful she was pressed in between him and the news stand, and a rush of heat to her core.

"Once I get you in my bed…" he trailed off. He looked deep into her eyes not needing to finish the rest of his thought.

He was going to ruin her, and she knew it.

"Twenty-two years Liv…" he said, and they both felt the weight of his words.

She steadied herself and brought her hands up to his face and kissed him slowly. She stopped and said, "Let's go… no more running…" and she took his hand. He knew what she meant. She was telling him she was ready for this. She was done running. Running away from him, from them. She breathed out, a little shaky, but her eyes telegraphed him absolutely no hesitation. They were both hit with this revelation. A few minutes from now this decades long relationship would finally break the line they held on to so desperately and for so long. His heart was melting. Olivia Benson was his life now. The moment she came into his precinct she became his life, and now he didn't need to try to hide it anymore. His eyes were sparkling back at her… and they started walking.

A few seconds later they had finally made it into his building and into the elevator.

He hit the button for his floor, and she moved to the back of the elevator and leaned in the corner. He turned to her and placed his hands on the railing on both sides of her but kept a few inches of space between them. He desperately wanted to touch her, but he knew he was past the point of no return and if he did, they wouldn't make it out of the elevator.

He wanted her in his bed, in his arms, naked and moaning his name, not a quickie in an elevator. So, a little space was necessary. Not too much, but just enough.

He was all heat and arousal and intensely…. Elliot. She could physically feel him even though he wasn't touching her. Oh boy… she thought. His eyes were black with desire as he bore into her soul. She realized she was almost panting she was breathing so heavy. She still couldn't believe this was finally happening.

The elevator doors opened, and he took her by the waist unable to hold out touching her anymore and kissed her as he walked her backwards towards his apartment.

His lips never left hers as he fished his key out of his pocket, pushing her against the door, invading all of her space.

He got the door open and let go of her for a second to close and lock it.

She took a deep breath trying to slow her pulse down, but before she could he was on her. He was on her in that all-encompassing, intense and overwhelming way of his.

He turned her so she was facing away from him as he pulled her into his body. He continued the assault on her neck he started on the street swiping his fingers through her hair to give him better access. His hands moved over her stomach and up to her breasts. She took a sharp breath in as he cupped her, and she leaned into him more needing to brace herself. She toed off her shoes and it dropped her down a few inches. She suddenly felt small to him. Vulnerable. She was giving him all of her, complete trust, and he abruptly felt a swell of emotion wash over him.

He slowed his movements, and lifted his lips to her ear, breathing hard he started to say, "Liv… I…" He wanted to tell her he loved her. He wanted to tell her thank you for saving him… saving him from himself. He wanted to tell her everything he should have told her over their twelve years together and how he never stopped thinking about her every day he spent over those ten years apart. He wanted to bare his soul to her but didn't know where to start.

And she somehow always seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Before he could finish his though, she said "I know El… I know…"

She was feeling the same emotions he was. She squeezed her eyes tight, not wanting to let the tears threating, to fall. She needed him. All of him. Her breathing quickened and her hands came up over his on her breasts. As if to remind him what they were on track for she said, "Elliot, I want you… please El… touch me…"

All of a sudden, her voice laced with need and want saying his name, begging him to touch her sent pure heat through his whole body and he was renewed in his mission. His hands left her breasts and unzipped her dress. He slid his hands under the fabric and to her beautiful skin, slipping the dress over her shoulders and down her arms, pushing it past her hips till it pooled on the ground around her feet. She was wearing a black lace bra and a matching thong.

She moaned as his hands made their way back up her thighs, to her hips, to her stomach, and his teeth connected to her shoulder. He smoothed his tongue over the bite mark he left, and quickly removed his jacket pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering with the buttons so he could get his hands back on her. Her breath hitched as his bare chest made contact with her almost bare back. His left arm went around her waist as his right hand laid on her stomach and slowly made its way down to her lower abdomen.

She let out a whimper and lolled her head back onto his shoulder, trying to steady herself for him. His hand eased between her legs into her underwear and felt just how aroused she really was. He slid his fingers into the slickness there. Her breath was hot and heavy, her body humming.

"Oh my God Liv…" he choked out. "You're so wet…" he whispered.

"That's what you do to me El… what you've always done to me…" she said and arched against him pushing her ass into his erection.

Her words were almost his undoing. He put his leg in between hers to secure her and began slowly circling her clit. She let out a low deep moan, feeling her body on the edge.

She gripped his arm, pulling his hand out and turning herself to face him. She needed to kiss him, to see him, to remind herself it was really him and this was real. She pulled him by the neck to her lips immediately seeking his tongue. He grabbed her under her thighs and picked her up like he had before in her apartment, but this time taking her into his bedroom.

He sat her down on the edge of his bed. His hands made their way up her back to unhook her bra as he knelt on the floor between her legs. She felt her bra unclasp, suddenly nervous. There wasn't much left for him to take off and soon there would be nothing between them. His eyes stayed connected to hers as he slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and threw it to the floor.

As he was about to look down her body, she grabbed him and kissed him, pulling him to her, skin to skin. She heard him growl and she smiled as their lips were pressed together. She was teasing him. He moved his mouth down her jaw and down her neck. If she was going to tease him, then she better saddle up.

He licked across her collar bone, bringing his hands around her ribs. She inhaled sharply, putting her hands on the bed behind her. His thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts, before slowly moving back over to the sides of her ribs and moved up farther. His lips were still kissing and sucking on her skin.

She sighed, "Elliot…" His name came out of her mouth pleading. He finally filled his hands with her, rubbing his thumbs across her hard nipples. She trembled at his touch, her breath coming in short huffs. Her head flew back, and a guttural sound left her as his mouth closed over her right breast. He swirled his tongue around her nipple before taking it between his teeth.

He felt her legs spread a little wider, and he smiled as he made his way over to her other breast. His hands moved to her black lace thong, hooking it with his fingers and pulled it down. She lifted herself allowing him to pull them all the way off, discarding them like her bra.

There she was. Completely naked, with Elliot's mouth on her skin. Her mind was exploding, and her skin was humming with the force that is Elliot Stabler. His hands went to her knees and slid up her thighs. He moaned and kissed his way down between her breasts and to her stomach. She leaned back on her elbows knowing exactly where he was going. He slid his arms under her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, putting her legs over his shoulders. He turned his head and kissed her inner thigh, slowly moving closer to her center.

She started to tremble at the slow pace was he was torturing her with. She could feel his lips vibrate with the low moans he was making as he moved closer to her core. He breathed in the scent of her, brushing his nose just over her causing her to jerk. He looked up at her. Her bottom lip was pulled in between her teeth, her chest rising and falling with her quick breathing. Her eyes shot straight through him, full of lust.

His tongue swiped across her and she moaned falling back on the bed, unable to keep herself on her elbows. Her hands went to his head as he started to enclose his mouth around her and sucked. He slid his finger inside her and before she knew it, she was coming. She arched up, her hands flew to the sheets, grasping as her orgasm began to ripple through her. She saw sparks behind her eyes as Elliot continued with his mouth and then he slipped a second finger into her.

She came undone. She screamed his name as her orgasm hit her fully, arching her back off the bed. Her whole body was shaking. He continued moving his fingers inside her riding her climax out with her.

When he felt her muscles stop contracting, he removed his fingers and stood looking at her. Her face was flushed, her skin glistening, her hands moving over her breast still reeling from her climax.

Jesus Christ. She was beautiful. He could stand there all night looking at her, naked, lax and satisfied knowing he was the cause. He raked his eyes over her, finally getting to look at her. All of her. Her beautiful full breasts, the curve of her hips, her sexy, long legs, her amazing ass.

She opened her eyes feeling his on her. She sat up on her elbows smiling, she was still a little woozy, drunk on Elliot and the things he made her body, heart and soul feel. His eyes were bright and sparkling standing there staring at her. She scooted herself up a little further on the bed swinging her legs under herself to get on her knees.

"Come here El…" she said softly taking his hand in hers. She pulled him closer sliding her hands up his arms feeling his biceps flex. She pulled his forehead to hers. He let a deep breath out. Her hands moved to his belt. She unbuckled it, pulling it out of the loops. His breathing increased as she unbuttoned his pants pulling them over his hips. He toed off his shoes and kicked them with his pants out of the way. She moved her hand over the bulge in his briefs and his breath hitched. She removed the last article of clothing between them and took his long hard cock in her hand.

He moaned and his head fell back, as he tried to breath. He was hard and hot and thick in her hand. She started to move her hand over him, her other hand made its way to his ass. His wonderful, sexy, hard ass. When her thumb smoothed over the tip of him, he jerked in her hand. He blew out a deep breath and looked at her, his eyes heavy with lust.

"Liv…" he strained to get her name out of his lips. "You keep that up and I won't last long…"

"I don't think I'll have any problems keeping that…" her eyes looking down at his erection in her hands, "…up." She said looking back into his eyes.

He crushed his lips to hers taking her breath and her words, pushing her back onto the bed. They both moaned feeling his cock slid against her. She spread her legs to accommodate him. He moved his lips over hers, sliding his tongue in her mouth as he lined himself up with her. She broke their kiss, needing air. She could feel him at her entrance, and she thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She felt her body begin to tingle again, just knowing what they were about to do was going to send her over the edge again. Her breath was heavy, and she was starting to feel overwhelmed with her need for him. His voice brought her back.

"Olivia…" he rasped. He was looking so deep into her soul she knew he could see all of her, and yet he was waiting. Waiting for permission. Waiting for her to tell him she was ready. She looked back at those deep pools of blue and just couldn't hold back her feelings anymore.

"I love you…" she whispered. She felt him shiver at her confession and tears were quick to his eyes. And then suddenly she felt him sliding inside of her. Her legs wrapped around him and his whole body is on her as he fills her completely. They both stopped breathing the moment he slid her, and the room is silent with their awe. All she can see and smell and think… is him. All she can feel is how he stretches her and how they perfectly fit together. Neither one had moved since he entered her, and it's pushing her over the edge. It's too much and not enough all at the same time. Then as if he knew, he pulled almost all the way out of her and thrust back in. That was all it took. She was already coming.