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Retribution

Olivia backed him up against the brick wall of the alley on the other side of a few stacked up wooden pallets. This way they had a little cover from the street, but they were pretty much still in the open in the darkened alley. Her lips crushed to his, immediately pushing her tongue in his mouth. He tasted like tequila and… well her. It only spurred her need for him. She loved the taste of herself on his tongue. She could feel herself getting wet again at the mere memory of what he just did to her in that bathroom.

His hands fisted in her hair as hers continued to unzip his pants. She was pleasantly surprised he wasn't wearing any underwear, and it only deepened her need for him right here right now. Before he could protest about being out in an alley in the darkness of the city, her hand slid inside and stroked his incredibly hard cock.

"UUGGGHHHHH…Liivvvv…" he huffed out breaking his lips from hers, his hands falling to her hips. There was nothing like the touch of her hand on him. Her silky skin, her talented hand doing everything right. Her knowing exactly what he liked and how. It drove him insane with want and every possible thought in his head disappeared except for her.

"Mmmm… is this for me?" she purred as her hand smoothed up the full length of him, her thumb spreading the moisture at his tip.

"Ugh… yes… always…" he choked out.

"Good…" she said in that deep throaty voice of hers. She moved her hand from him and brought her thumb to her mouth and tasted him.

"Oh God Liv… you make me so hard." He rasped watching her taste him on her thumb.. His hands gripped her hips hard, bunching up her skirt a little as his cock twitched.

Olivia moaned and closed her eyes at his comment, and then brought her lips to his again as her hand made its way back down inside his jeans. She felt him buck his hips at her touch, and she smiled into their kiss, moving her mouth over his jaw feeling the coarse stubble of his unshaved face. When her lips reached his ear, she could swear she felt his heartbeat faster against her.

"It's my turn for a taste…" she whispered, and his head fell back against the brick, and he moaned loudly as she kissed her way down his neck and moved to her knees in front of him.

Olivia pulled the top of his jeans open a little more letting his long, beautiful erection spill out. Elliot was breathing hard, his eyes dark with desire were locked on hers. She kept eye contact with him as she slid her tongue over him and up his length swirling it around the tip before she took him all the way in her mouth.

Elliot moaned, deep and low and his eyes unwillingly closed as her lips wrapped around him. His mind exploded when she started to move. She was slow at first, taking him all the way in and driving what few brain cells he had left crazy with her unhurried motions. When her hand gripped his base and her mouth picked up speed it was like a shot of adrenaline kickstarted his heart.

His moaning grew louder as his hands wove into her hair, very gently tugging as she continued her achingly good descent on him. She made him feel dangerous… alive… like a live wire. And then she moaned while he was deep in her throat, and he melted into a puddle. The vibrations almost sent him over the edge. Even though she was ready and more than willing to drink him down, he just needed to be buried deep between her legs when he came. As incredible as her mouth was, there was just something… bewitching about being buried to the hilt inside her. It was like sailing into home port after being at sea for months and months. There was just no feeling like it.

And if he knew his Olivia like he did, she was more than ready for him. He loved how turned on she got giving him pleasure. It was the same for him. He knew by now she was probably almost dripping with want.

The second she pulled him back out of her mouth to swirl her tongue at his tip again, he yanked her up hard by her arms crushing his lips to hers, taking them and her air as his right hand gripped her neck and turned them slamming her up against the brick wall. He quickly moved his left hand down to grip under her thigh pulling her leg up around his waist and wasted no time lining himself up and thrusting into her.

He was rewarded with her ripping her lips from his and yelping as she clung to him like her life depended on it.

"OH FUCK… EL… Don't move… don't move don't move…" she begged, the words tumbling out of her mouth. He could feel her gripping him, and she was coming. His breath was heavy, his mind was swimming in all things Olivia. It was like death and coming to life all wrapped up into one. He wanted nothing more than to let her ride out her orgasm, but he needed to move. Her climax was still coursing through her, and she was whimpering in that breathy high pitch of hers that made his toes curl.

Normally he'd let his ego swell a little, maybe make some quip about making her come just from entering her, but he was lost in the hazy dream state of sex with Olivia. His primal need to thrust and take and not be gentle about it took over.

He moved his hand on her leg, and the one on her neck and slid them to grip her hips as he crushed her against the brick wall and pulled out only to thrust back in deep and hard. Another loud moan came out of her mouth, and she tightened her grasp of him around his neck.

She lifted her other leg, wrapping them around his waist, trusting his hold on her implicitly and then he started to fuck her.

The brick was cold against her back even through her jacket. Her mind was still spiraling from her second orgasm of the night. Elliot had sent her into the stratosphere with that last one, and she was losing her ability to think. When his lips and teeth found his spot under her ear and sucked, she felt her eyes roll back. Her lungs were burning, and he was sending an electric current throughout her body.

There was absolutely nothing in this world that made her body feel the way Elliot Stabler did. She had wanted to go down on him the second they left the bathroom of the tattoo parlor but leave it to him to need to come deep inside her. If they would have crossed this line when they were younger, they would have probably had ten kids by now. She knew he was more than fertile, and they hadn't used any protection. She trusted that Elliot wouldn't have jeopardized her health, and she didn't want any more barriers in her life between them. Even as thin as latex.

So even though pregnancy was no longer a concern, there was still something primal about the love of your life being connected with you in every way possible. She understood his need and felt the power of it as well. Not to mention that at this moment, he was turning her brain and body into incoherent mush, and she would agree to anything he wanted at this point. There wasn't anything she didn't want to do with this man.

She'd marry him… if he asked her to…

His voice in her ear brought her mind back down to earth.

"Liv… put your legs down…" Elliot rasped in her ear. He pulled out of her as she complied with his request. She was a little wobbly and he kept his hands on her hips, careful of her freshly inked skin, as he turned her towards the brick wall. She braced herself with her hands against it.

Elliot's left hand stayed on her hip as he used his right to push up her skirt so she was on full display to him and then line himself back up with her.

"Spread your legs baby…" he said, his voice deep and thick with lust. Olivia obeyed and pushed her ass out towards him, and they both groaned as he slid back into her. He faltered for a moment, the sensation of being inside her again overwhelming him, and then both his hands gripped her hips and he started thrusting again.

"Oh fuck me…" Olivia impatiently begged, biting her bottom lip. He knew her body so well and hit every right spot with every thrust. She was starting to get close again, and the sound of their breathless moans in the dark air of the alley, and the slapping of their skin together after every thrust was making her come undone.

"OH FUCK… EELLLL…" she said her, voice starting to get horse from the night air and all her heavy breathing.

Elliot could feel her hit the crest of her orgasm, and he wanted more. He wanted her shaking and unable to stand.

"Touch yourself…" he demanded.

Olivia was lost in the starting free fall of her orgasm and was barely standing on her own at this point. Elliot would have moved his hand and done it himself, but he was worried she'd start to crumble, and he wouldn't be able to keep them both upright. He kept up his pace, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Liv…" he said with a little more force, and leaned over her so his chest was against her back, his lips at her ear.

"Touch yourself." He growled.

She mewled at his order, and her left forearm went to the brick and she rested her forehead on it as her right hand went down between her legs.

Her head fell back into his shoulder as his right arm slid around her waist to keep her as close to him as possible and he sped up his thrusting, slamming into her.

"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCk…" she screamed as she came. He felt her knees go weak, her body clamping down on him, and then he felt her thighs start shaking.

"Oh yessssssss Olivia…" he moaned as he spilled himself deep inside her while she continued to shake around him.

He stayed inside her as they both came down from their high. He knew it was something she needed after. The continued connection, and he needed it as well.

His hands relaxed a bit on her, and he tested out her standing ability before he pulled out of her and then softly turned her around, pulling her skirt down and she leaned her weight against the wall.

He fixed his pants, and then brought himself back to her as she took a deep breath in, running her hands through her hair.

He smiled looking at her as his hands went around her waist and then down over the top of her ass pulling her to him. She was exuding beauty. Her skin was glowing in the shadows of the alley, and her eyes were full of love and satisfaction.

He kissed her softly conveying the same feelings back to her.

"I love you beautiful…" he said, his voice quiet, but even and full of commitment.

"I love you too El." she said, her voice full of the same emotions. It never ceased to amaze her how connected they were. On every level, and how much emotion they could both convey in those simple words. Words that for a lot of couples at some point become… common.

But she knew for them it would always be a deep ocean of feelings for both of them. Those three words would always be deep and heavy for them.

She smoothed her hand over his cheek and down his neck stopping on his chest, over his heart.

"Take me home El." Liv said.

"Ok baby… let's go home." He said and he felt his chest swell and his heart was full.

She started to move away from the wall when he stopped her.

"Oh wait," he said pausing, and pulled her thong out of his pocket.

"Now this…" he said eyeing her mischievously and holding it up, "this is mine… but I can't have you walking on the street with nothing on under that skirt so… but I'm gonna need them back."

She laughed at his possessiveness over her underwear and his need to protect what was his from the world.

"Well you'll just have to come and get them from me then…" she said, her eyebrow arching.

"Oh I will… you can bet on that." He said smiling as he knelt down to help slip them on her.

She held onto his shoulder as she stepped into her thong. Elliot slowly moved them up past her boots, his fingers skimming the skin of her thighs.

He made a soft sound in his throat as he lifted her skirt a little to slide her thong in place. Then his fingers found the bandage over her tattoo, he checked it to make sure it was still sealed over her skin, which it was, and then he softly traced the outline of the infinity symbol over the gauze where he knew it would be inked on her skin forever.

He felt her squeeze his shoulder at the way he always found the time to give her a tender moment after sex. No matter how crazed or animalistic it may be sometimes between them, he never left her feeling anything less than completely loved and appreciated.

His heart was pure.

Sure they both had their faults and baggage. A truck load for that matter, but his heart… she'd never known another man with his heart. It was pure and decent and good… and she had never loved him more. Every day that passed she thought maybe today will be the day I'll reach the height of my love for him, but tonight in this alley she knew the truth.

It was limitless.

Her love for him was limitless.

She placed her other hand over her heart and felt it beat through her chest. It was beating for him… for this... for them.

He kissed the skin below the bandage softly and squeezed her knee before he stood back up.

He fixed her skirt again for her and pulled her into him, kissing her tenderly.

"Lets go home…" he said, his smile genuine, and she smiled back, taking his hand in hers as he led them out of the alley.

"Should we hail a cab?" he asked her as they walked hand in hand.

"Hmm… let's walk a bit." She said turning to smile at him. It was so nice to just walk down the street holding his hand. Something so simple in this act of intimacy, and yet the ability to do it openly with him was heady and gave her butterflies.

"You sure you can?" He asked already moving for the smack he was deservedly going to get for that comment.

"El!" Olivia shouted, shock on her face as she moved to hit him half heartedly. He started laughing, and then pulled her into him as they continued walking past a few bars on their nice little stroll.

She loved their playful banter, and knew his ego would slip out eventually. She didn't mind really. It could be annoying when he was overly boastful in the past, but now because she was the reason for the boasting it was kind of sexy.

"Maybe you won't be getting my panties back…" she said jokingly.

"Ooo… ouch… ok I'm waving my white flag…" he said stopping them to wrap his arms around her and swaying with her.

She eyed him coyly, raising an eyebrow and he could see she was questioning his commitment to surrender.

"I promise Liv… I'll behave…" he said, heat in his eyes again.

She laughed out loud and rolled her eyes. "Yea I've heard that before…" she said and pulled him in to kiss him her arms circling his neck, letting him know she was accepting the surrender of his ego.

What they hadn't noticed was the guy stumbling out of the bar they had just passed seconds ago. They had been too wrapped up in each other to care about anything happening around them.

That was until they heard a familiar voice.

"Liv?"

"Liv Is that you?" the voice said.

Olivia and Elliot both broke their kiss and turned to look towards the voice saying her name. Elliot turned quickly placing half his body in front of her out of his innate protectiveness over her before he saw who was speaking.

Elliot heard her take in a breath.

"Cassidy?" she said swallowing as her voice cracked in the night air.