SEQUEL TO "HEALING". Do you need to read "Healing" before this one? Not really. Do I recommend it? Of course.

The plan with this story is the many 'firsts' EO experience in their relationship. Some will not be sexual, but if you know me, you already know.

Hope you enjoy this start! Let me know what you think. AS ALWAYS THANK YOU.

It has been two weeks since he's seen her last. Two weeks since their incredible first night and day together. How the fuck he survived not seeing her for ten years is completely lost on him. Because he feels like he's dying. Literally.

It's Friday night. They were supposed to have dinner last Friday but he caught a case. They were supposed to grab lunch on Wednesday but Noah had a Covid scare and she had to take care of her mom duties. And tonight. They were supposed to have a romantic night tonight. He was going to take her out to a nice dinner, get a room because neither could get their houses empty and spend another long night cherishing her.

But last minute. Last fucking minute. Just as she was walking out of her office, her phone rang. A case she described as so big that she had to call her whole fucking unit back in. There's no way in hell she's leaving her unit tonight and fuck, he knows it's her job but... fuck.

They talk on the phone almost every night. Text throughout the day. Whisper I love yous in the quiet of their bedrooms but Jesus, he wants her. He wants to hold her. To kiss her. To make love to her. But really, he'll settle for just holding her if that's all he can get.

That alone is what has brought him to her precinct. He has no idea what his plan is. He knows she's busy. He knows her whole fucking squad is busy. This thing is new, so they haven't disclosed yet, not even to their children. So, it's not like he can just walk in there without looking suspicious.

He thinks about calling her, seeing if she can meet him on the rooftop for a second. Just long enough for him to wrap his arms around her. To kiss her gently. But she's probably not even by her phone. He sighs, scrubs his hand down his face and is just about to turn around to leave when he catches a glimpse of the old pizza parole they used to order pizza from. Pizza for her unit? That wouldn't be too suspicious. It's not like they don't have a history. And it's not like her people don't have to eat.

He's quick to order, what he hopes, is enough food for everyone and carries the stack of pizzas in one hand through the front doors, up the elevator and to her floor. When the door opens, her voice is the first one he hears.

"Velasco, anything in homicide?"

"No, Captain. I've started searching through missing persons already too."

"Okay, good. Keep on that. Rollins?"

He takes a second to watch her in command. She's a leader, always has been. Has radiated confidence with everything she's done and he's glad, he's proud, that she's in charge. SVU belongs to her.

She's wearing a dress, obvious that she had gotten ready for their night at the unit and he wonders if she has underwear under this one. Shit. He better get himself under control. He does not need a boner right now.

He sees the moment she senses him. Still have the ability to know the other one is in the room and when her eyes connect to his, he smiles. He can see the ridges in her face soften slightly and he makes his way towards her.

But on his way to her he's intercepted by the man she had referred to as Velasco. "Can I help you?"

"Detective," Olivia says behind him. "This is Detective Stabler, an old friend of ours."

"An old friend of the Sergeant and Captain," the detective he knows as Amanda Rollins says. And geez, he can tell she definitely doesn't like him.

"And the man comes baring pizza, so everyone be nice, " Fin says as he stands to help grab the pizza in his hand. "Thanks man."

"Don't mention it."

Although suspicious, Velasco backs off enough to allow him to pass and he tries not to mug the young detective as he makes his way towards her. Two weeks is way to fucking long. And that is definitely not going to happen again. Ever. Again.

"Hi," he says as he stops in front of her. Still a good enough distance that it doesn't look like he's crowding her.

She's stressed, he can see, but she offers him a genuine smile, "Hey."

"You doing okay?"

She shrugs and gives him a look that screams how fucking pissed she is that she's not alone with him right now. And when her eyes scan the length of his body quickly and her breathing quickens, he knows exactly what she's thinking about, exactly what she needs.

"Can you take ten minutes and eat a slice of pizza with me?"

She bites her lip slightly, glances at her people behind her, at her office, and he never once looks away from her. Whatever she wants to do, he's doing it. Because he has already established that he will never tell the woman no. Especially when it comes to the bedroom.

"I can take ten minutes and walk you out. I have to grab something out of my car."

The look in her eyes is dangerous and he smiles slightly, "I'll take it."

She nods and steps around him. "Rollins call the morgue, see if they have anything yet." Rollins responds with a, "Yes, Cap," before she continues, "I'll be right back."

Although Rollins still looks like she wants to throw daggers at him, Fin and Velasco simply nod over the bites of pizza in mouth. Both solely focused on the screens before them. He follows her, walks a few steps behind her on their way to the elevator and God, this dress is killing him.

When the elevator doors close behind them, she steps away from him slightly, "There's cameras in here."

He chuckles, "I know that." As appealing as it sounds, he wasn't planning on throwing her against the wall... yet.

"You actually came at the perfect time. I literally just told them I needed to grab a file out of my car."

"Damn, I could have saved my money on the pizza."

She laughs, "They were appreciative."

"Besides Rollins?"

"Give her time. She saw me after and doesn't know us before. She'll get there."

He nods, "I missed you."

She looks up at him and smiles. God, how he loves her smile. "I missed you too. We're going to need to get better at this."

"Even if we can't do a date or spend the night together, you think we can manage a few minutes for a hug every couple days?"

"Yeah, I think we can."

When the doors finally open, she's the first one out and as soon as he's out he's grabbing her hand and backing her into the first secluded spot he sees. Because really, he has to get his hands on her. Even if it's just for a second. She moans softly when her back hits the wall and he does a quick look around the garage to guarantee no one is around.

She's almost panting before him and Jesus, she just as horny as he is. "El..." She whispers. Her hand is coming to rest on the back of his neck and she uses the leverage to pull his mouth towards her. He is definitely not the only one who has missed her. That much is obvious.

He kisses her hungrily, slides his arms around her waist to feel more of her and fuck, he really missed her. She surges forward against him, pulls him further into her body, moans into his mouth. His hands glide along her hips, up her sides, his thumbs rubbing the underside of her breasts.

And Jesus, as much as he loves kissing her, he has to get his lips on as much of her as he can. So he breaks their kiss, trails his lips along her jaw, to her ear, "You have underwear on with this one?"

She laughs, breathlessly, "Why don't you find out."

Fuck. Did she really just give him permission to put his hand up her dress in the precinct parking lot? Because he thinks she did. He's kind of frozen of place. Not because he doesn't want to but because he really can't believe that he finally gets to have this woman.

"Elliot, we don't have a lot of time..." She says, her teeth catching that one spot in his neck and shit. This is happening. Really happening.

His hand drops to her thigh without anymore prompting, his fingers pushing the dress up high enough to slip his hand under the material. He really expects to be met with bare soaked skin, like he was last time but instead he's met with a scantily covered center. She would have been better forgoing these underwear, if one could even call them that, because they're definitely rendered useless. Her arousal coats his fingers almost instantly and fuck, he needs to be inside of her.

But they're in a public place. In the precinct garage of all places. Where anyone can catch them and he really just wants to give her whatever she wants. Because he owes everything to her.

"What do you want, Olivia?" He growls. He'll do anything. Literally anything she tells him. He will enter her slowly with his fingers, he will kneel down in front of her, he will unzip his pants. Anything.

She moans lowly, "All of you."

She doesn't have to tell him twice. His hands are snatching the flimsy material at the apex of her thighs sharply. The garment ripping between them. She only gasps of surprise lightly, her hands reaching down between them to work on the button of his trousers.

He pulls the ripped pair of panties out between them, keeps his eyes on hers as he brings it to his nose for a long inhale, and damn, she smells good, before placing it into his back pocket. Oh no, she is definitely not getting that red lace back. Ever.

Her eyes darken, if that's even possible, she moans softly and he doesn't even have time to register that she has completely succeeded in getting his pants undone before her hand is reaching in to grab him. He groans quietly at the contact. He's already throbbing with need, his member hard and hot in her hand and like she already said, they don't have a lot of time.

His hand lands on her bare thigh roughly, pulling her right leg flush around his waist. She's wearing high boots again and the height lines them up almost perfectly. He knows from their last time that she's a screamer, and she really cannot be screaming right now. Right as he pushes his hips forward, his hardness entering her wet heat, he whispers against her lips, "Shhh, Liv."

She nods, grips the back of his neck tighter, sucks his bottom lip into her mouth and fuck, she feels so good. It takes him a few thrusts, pulling his hips back and pushing them forward to be buried in her completely but as soon as he's sheathed in her, he readjusts his hands on her. His left hand firm on her right thigh, keeping her open to him and his right hand grabbing her bare ass.

And when he pulls himself all the way out of her to slam back in, her teeth connect to his shoulder sharply, her depths clenching around him already. She's not going to last long, which is good because neither is he. His pace is fast and deep, purposeful. To get her there as quickly as possible. Really, it doesn't take long before she clenching and blowing a quiet 'fuck El...' out of her lips, "Come for me, Liv." He wants her nipple in his mouth but she does have to go back to work and he can't risk messing up her clothes right now.

Her body clenches hard around him, her left leg giving out from under her and he's quick to lift her completely, both her legs wrapping around his waist. Her mouth finds his and she moans her release onto his tongue. And at one spasm within her, he groans his lowly onto hers. Damn, it may not be a long night cherishing her in a bed but it's perfect for what they had the time for.

She sighs, almost in relief against his open mouth and he rubs his nose against hers. "Good?"

"Mmhmm." Her lips seek his, and together they mold into a sensual kiss.

But as much as he wants to spend the rest of his night making out with her against this wall, she has to go back. He sets her down slowly, makes sure she's steady on her feet before he reaches down to fix her dress and tuck himself back in. "Sorry, I ruined your underwear."

She laughs lightly, "I kind of expected it to happen. Just expected it to be in a hotel room." Her eyes rake down his body mischievously, "I'm sorry you didn't get to see the whole thing. It was a matching set."

"Fuck."

Because she's a goddess she reaches up to the neckline of her dress to pull it down enough to give him a glimpse of the red lace covering her mounds. He growls. "Our jobs are bullshit."

"Tell me about it." She tilts her chin up, kisses him lightly, "Thanks for coming and for this. I needed this."

She needed him to make her come. She needed him. Olivia Benson needed him. God, he feels like he's living in a dream. "Did you now."

"I did. My mind and toy were not doing the trick anymore."

Holy shit. Did she just hint at her masturbatory practices? Because fuck, he needs to watch that. "Jesus. You trying to kill me?"

She shrugs slightly, "Come on. Walk me to my car. I probably only have 5 more minutes until they come looking for me."

"Right, can't have them knowing the Captain is busy having sex against a wall in the parking garage."

She mugs him playfully, "You never mention that to anyone. Ever."