A/N: Little idea I had. Just a two shot.

Been sick with the flu so have a lot of writing time. :) (I'm fine!)

Please review!

"Just come."

The words had echoed in her mind and her clitoris since he'd said them four days earlier.

She'd been resisting the temptation to pull her vibrator from her bedside table for four days.

96 fucking hours and a family gathering where he bonded with her son, making him significantly more fuckable than usual.

After going a record breaking 7 years without thinking of him as she pleasured herself or while someone else was fucking her, two stupid words made her lose control.

But she wasn't going to lose control.

Fresh from the shower, she tapped her phone, illuminating the screen with the time.

10:15pm.

Looking up to her mirror, she faced her own reflection with a wince.

Her cheeks and neck and chest were flushed from arousal; her nipples were peaked and her chest was rising and falling and….

No.

She was better than this. She didn't need him.

The thought of him. The thought of his strong and thick fingers pumping into her and teasing her clit. Those same fingers wrapped around the cord of her neck while he pumped into her with his massive...

Fuck it.

Storming into her bedroom, she locked her door, ripped open her nightstand, and pulled out her favorite toy combination, before settling herself in the center of her bed.

She closed her eyes and the buzz of her bullet filled the room and his voice rang in her ears.

Just come.

Touching the toy to her swollen clit, she gasped.

"El…"

His face overtook her thoughts and fuck, she wished she could have felt that beard between her fucking legs before he shaved it.

Her body was already shaking, and she set the embarrassingly large dildo to the side, knowing the only stimulation she was going to need was this and the image in her head.

Just come.

Her legs tensed and her back arched as her hips undulated slowly against the toy.

She usually stayed quiet when she pleasured herself, partly because of Noah, partly due to the embarrassment of being 53 and no longer having a fuck buddy, but she couldn't stop the moans and whimpers that kept escaping her lips.

"Elliot… Elliot… Elliot yes baby… oh right there baby yes," she gasped, arching further, clenching down, and suddenly wishing she hadn't thrown her stupid toy off to the side.

Wishing she could clench around it and pretend it was his thick cock fucking her until she came.

She was just about to reach the peak of her pleasure when her phone shrilled.

Practically screaming in frustration at what she knew was a work call ruining her orgasm, she threw her bullet against the wall and picked up her phone without bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Benson." She barked, trying to hide her heavy breathing as her body shook, desperate for a release.

"Who pissed in your cheerios," came the voice she'd been replaying in her head for the last 4 days.

And also the last 23 years.

"Elliot," she said breathlessly, clenching her legs at the rush of new arousal that took over her body at the sound of his gravely tone.

"You good? You just went from pissed to… I don't even know," he teased, oblivious to her plight.

"Mhm, sorry. Just been a long day and didn't check my caller ID."

"Hey it's okay, we all have been there. I just got called in on a case. Team arrested some peddler and he had a little girl with him. Bell wanted SVU to do an interview."

"Yeah… yeah sure. I gotta call Lucy but where should I meet you?"

"I'm actually coming from home. I figured Eli could hang on the couch and probably crash until we got done so Noah wasn't alone."

The boys had met at the Christmas get together and hit it off.

"Yeah… yeah that'd actually be good. Thank you… you're sure he's okay with that?"

"He doesn't mind."

"I don't mind," she heard the boy call.

"Okay… yeah let me get dressed and I'll see you soon."

She put her toys away and attempted to put the throbbing between her legs out of her mind as she threw on her iconic slacks, blouse, blazer and boots, fixed her hair and whipped on some make up.

Elliot texted that they'd arrived, and she opened the door to allow them in.

"Eli… thank you so much, bud, I'm sure Lucy would thanking you too."

"Yeah yeah no problem," he said in his typical teenage way.

"Make yourself at home. There's leftover Chinese in the fridge and sodas and stuff," she smiled and he nodded.

"Thanks Liv," he said, sitting on the couch.

"Bye bud, call us with any issues," El waved to him.

"Will do dad."

"Love you," he grinned and the teen squirmed.

"Love you too dad," he nodded.

As the pair headed out and down the elevator, El looked at his older partner.

"Getting sick? You're all flushed," he said, putting a hand to her cheek.

She visibly shivered at his touch, and closed her eyes breathing in.

"N-no El I'm fine," she nodded and he raised a brow at her.

"Okay…." He said, placing a hand on the small of her back when the elevator doors open.

She jumped slightly and they walked to his car. When they hit the passages side, he opened the door for her and leaned against it as she got in.

"You sure you okay? You're being weird."

"Elliot I'm fine. Im just a little frustrated and I'm overtired."

"Frustrated with me?" He frowned and she sighed.

Yes, frustrated that I can't ride you until I forget my own fucking name.

"No El… I'm just… it's not you I'm sorry," she said, calming herself down a bit and gripping his hand when he intertwined their fingers.

If I put your hand to my crotch right now you'd finger fuck me without thinking twice.

"Okay… okay it's okay let's just go do these interviews and maybe we can talk a little after," he nodded, placing a chaste kiss on her temple.

That was the other thing he'd started, and she wanted to smack him for it.

She knew what his lips felt like against her head, and now she wanted them every where.

Damn him.

"S-sure El," she nodded.

They arrived at the hospital, and sat in a waiting room while physicians finished up initial tests on the little girl.

Liv's leg was bouncing, mostly in effort to provide some type of stimulation and relief to herself.

The bouncing stopped abruptly when she felt one of his hands fall to her knee to still it.

Higher… move it higher.

She looked up at him and he gave her a look. "You're boarder line in no condition to interview someone right now will you please talk to me."

"Excuse you," she scoffed.

"You're acting like a lunatic," he whisper yelled, tightening the grip on her knee so she wouldn't walk away.

"No I'm not Elliot," she seethed, brushing his hand away, only to have it fly back to a higher spot on her thick thigh.

Okay maybe not higher… fuck definitely not higher.

"Elliot," she hissed.

"Olivia," he responded in the same tone.

"What do you want from me," she groaned, her breathing increasing as she watched him study her.

How his Adam's Apple bobbed when he swallowed.

How big his hands were and how thick his fingers were.

I should have worn the fucking skirt like I planned. I could be riding his fucking fingers right here and no one would know...

"Olivia!" He said a little louder and she looked at him with a new fire and frustration in her eyes.

He was about to speak when the dots all connected in his Catholic school boy brain.

The flush. The frustration. The breathing.

How she answered the phone.

Olivia Benson was horny.

Very horny.

And he'd interrupted something with his late night call.

A smirk crept up on his face and he adjusted his body so that she was completely blocked from view of anyone looking into the dark room.

"Don't even started Elliot I'm not in the mood," she said pathetically.

"You're horny," he said, moving his hand to her thigh again and squeezing.

"No I'm not," she said, trying to maintain some aspect of her dignity and composure.

"Mhm… you are. I've seen you like this before. When you got called in from a date…" he trailed off, giddy and proud of himself for figuring out her secret. "Your face gets all flushed and your hairs astray from the sweat I know you've worked up… and…" he breathed in deeply looking at her chest.

"Elliot." It was a warning that he ignored as his hand slid higher.

This is how I die. Right here.

"Your nipples perk up and fuck… I used to have to jerk off in the bathroom to the idea of you bent over my desk so I didn't walk around with a boner all day," he muttered, pressing his forehead to her temple so his words went directly into her ear.

"Elliot," she said again, the octave of her voice raising.

Jokes on you, I used to do the same thing.

"One time I did it while I sat across from you. Ruined my underwear and then had to explain to my wife why and how I came in my pants like a teenage boy."

I bet she never tasted his cum. Swallowed his cock like I would... I want it in my mouth...fuck.

She gasped and her hips involuntarily bucked, nudging her clit in the process, as they heard footsteps in the hall.

He sat back with a smirk as the doctor came in to let them know the victim was ready.

As they followed him, her phone buzzed with Eli's picture.

"Hi buddy- everything okay? Mhm. Yeah bud of course. Okay… get some sleep. Yeah we'll be home a bit late. Okay. Okay bye."

"He okay?" El asked as they stopped outside the room.

"Yeah just wanted to make sure it was okay to take the guest room and let me know he was going to sleep," she smiled small.

"Well, I guess we're having a sleepover." He winked and she rolled her eyes at him as she started her interview.

It was close to 2am when they finished, and he was amazed at how she could pull herself together with such ease and grace, despite still displaying all signs of her arousal.

As they walked to the elevator that would take them to the garage, his hand went protectively, like it always did, to the small of her back.

She wanted to think her hormones had calmed down, but they hadn't, and as she stood in close proximity to the object of her desire, she gave in just a bit.

Leaning against him ever so slightly, she felt her breathing increase and his lips meet the side of her head once again.

"Let me take care of you," came his quiet and gravely voice.

"We have two children at my house, El," she said softly, her voice wavering, and he shrugged. "They're asleep."

She closed her eyes and let her body melt into his voice as the elevator dinged.

Her eyes shot open and she rushed forward, trying to make it to the car before she jumped him there in the parking lot.

"Liv," he said, gently but firmly as he grabbed her arm.

Fucking take me right here. Right against this SUV.

"El… I…" she sighed, shaking her head.

"Liv, I love you…" he began but she cut him off with a roll of her eyes.

"So you've said…"

"…And I think you feel the same," he said. "And I think that your body is reacting the same way mine is right now."

She groaned in frustration, covering her face.

Do it. Do it without making me ask.

His hands covered her's and he moved them away from her face, hanging onto them between their bodies and waiting for her to look up at him.

When she did, the conversation they had with their eyes was loud and she groaned again.

"Obviously I'm horny because of you, Elliot. 'Just come?' Who says that, Stabler! Christ!" She said frustratedly.

He stood frozen a minute before his face broke into a huge smile and he started belly laughing.

"Elliot this isn't funny!!" She said with a groan and he nodded. "It is… you're angrily horny cause I said "just come."

She moaned, literally moaned, at hearing those words again, and shook her head. "Elliot we're friends for now I… this is wrong I shouldn't think about you this way," she practically whined.

"For now," he clarified and pressed against her fully so that she could feel his arousal. She moaned again and her head leaned back against the window and her eyes closed. "But that was your insanely kind heart's decision for my kids. Not your bodies decision for us."

Holy fuck he's big… bigger than I thought. Bigger than my fucking dildo I've pretended was him for 10 years.

"What shouldn't you feel about me, Liv…" he pushed and she shook her head.

"Please don't make me say it El…" she gasped, squeezing her legs together.

"You say the word Benson and I'm yours," he said, taking a step back as he didn't want to push her.

Her eyes drifted down to the outline of his impressive length and she audibly moaned before looking back to up to him.

Giving a nod, he began to walk to the drivers side.

Do it you idiot. Now's your chance. He's hard a rock come on, Benson… he wants you.

"El," she called and he stopped short, looking back at her.

"Fuck me."

His brow cocked and he took a single step closer.

"Hard. Now. In the back seat. Take me, I'm yours," she mumbled into his mouth as he crashed his lips to her's.

TBC