Olivia opened the door to her apartment and sighed as she walked in, closing it behind her. She rolled her neck as she dropped her bag and jacket to the floor. It had been one of those weeks where the clock seemed to move backwards and time stood still.

"You're late."

Her eyes snapped open as Elliot rounded the corner to her living room.

"Is that a problem with you?" she barked, eyeing the young detective carefully.

Elliot Stabler had been assigned to the Manhattan 16th precinct three months ago. It had taken only two for them to fall into bed.

He was cocky, arrogant, and a son of a bitch who made her life hell, but it made her want him even more.

She smiled cooly as she stepped towards him, her heeled boots clanking on the hardwood floor. "Think you forgot I'm a captain," she teased, running her hands over the plane of his chest, "and captains don't concern themselves with orders from detectives."

"I made dinner for us."

She backed them against the countertop in her kitchen as her eyes softened. "I appreciate that, I do," she started, "but I got caught up at work. You know how it is." She traced the outline of his jaw with her index finger. "Besides, my appetite isn't for anything…you can cook."

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she smiled at him, her hands already reaching for the hem of his shirt.

Elliot turned his face away from her, putting his hands between them. "I'm not in the mood."

She chuckled and glanced down, seeing the bulge in his pants. "Funny," she said, her fingers now tracing the outline of it, "seems you are."

"Olivia-"

"Captain." Her voice was stern; she knew he liked it when she pulled rank on him, reminding him that young, wide-eyed Stabler had bagged a Captain; a woman in tune with her self, who knew what she wanted and when she wanted it.

Silence floated through the air, blanketing them in its softness.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, giving in. "I should have text you. You went to a lot of effort-"

His lips crashed onto hers, silencing the wave of apology that was rolling off of them.

"Think I have a way you can make it up to me," he murmured, fire burning in his eyes.

Olivia smirked. "Thought you said you weren't in the mood."

"Maybe I lied."

She laughed as her hands worked around the button and zipper of his jeans. She pushed them and his boxers down, freeing him of his restraint.

"Someone isn't a very good liar."

"Or maybe I just wanted to get caught."

Elliot fisted her hair as she dropped to her knees before him.

She immediately latched onto him, enveloping him in her warm, wet heat. She hollowed her cheeks out, taking him down her throat deeper. She struggled to breathe around him as she shoved her face in his crotch, drinking him in.

She swirled her tongue around his tip, keeping her eyes on him until it became too much for him. She backed off before he could let go; getting the cocky, arrogant young detective all worked up was part of her fun.

Her mouth left him and his hands yanked her to her feet.

"Need you," he muttered as he spun her around and folded her against the countertop. His hands made quick work of her slacks and panties. The need to bury himself in her was enough to make him explode and he wasted no time thrusting into her.

Olivia moaned at the feel of him stretching her, her nipples raking against the cold countertop.

"Mmm," she moaned again, biting her lip as his hips slammed into hers. He kept a fist in her hair and yanked her upright as he drove in deeper.

"Yeah you like that?" he growled into her ear, arching her back against his chest.

Olivia panted in response.

"Such a brat. You think I forgot how you acted in interrogation today?"

She smiled as she recalled the afternoon's events. They'd hauled their suspect in for questioning and Olivia had jumped into the game as the squad was short-staffed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, feigning innocence.

"Mmm, I think you do." Elliot tightened the grip in her hair as his other hand reached around the front of her body, searching for her clit. He pressed into it, making her jerk in his arms as he whispered, "Lets review, shall we? I almost ruined my pants right there and then," he said, his voice low as he hovered over her. "Watching you, hearing how you spoke to him. 'Bend me all the way over' do you know how much I wanted to do just that? The entire squad hear you scream as I fuck you?"

Olivia smirked, knowing damn well what she had done that afternoon.

He felt her clench around his cock and he smirked. "Oh you like that, don't you? The idea of everyone knowing what we're doing, how I make you feel."

"Ellioooot-"

He vanished from her, only long enough to turn her around and hook his arms under her thick thighs, thrusting her up onto the counter. He pulled her hips to the edge and rammed into her, slamming against her cervix.

She screamed in pleasure and pain, shattering completely. She writhed under him; her entire body short circuiting. She knew she would feel him in the morning, she always did.

This was what she needed. Someone else to call the shots, someone else to boss her around. As much as she loved dominating him, him taking over her was much more of a turn on.

He watched as she came down from her ecstasy, tits heaving as her breathing slowed. She lazily sat herself up on the counter and ran her hands over his hard chest, tracing every crevice of his muscles.

"How was your day?" she asked breathily as her freshly manicured fingers raked his chest.

"Not really in the mood to talk." Elliot scooped her into his arms and tossed her over his shoulder, smacking her ass as he hauled her into her bedroom. She landed onto the mattress with a thud before he towered over her.

His lips found hers and his tongue was in her mouth, hands back in her hair. She waited for a break in the action to flip them, get his body underneath hers.

Elliot groaned at the sight of her; he never lasted long when she rode him.

"Aw sweetheart," Olivia said patronizingly, "we're just getting started."

She smiled to herself, tossing her hair over her right shoulder as she settled over his hips, sinking down on him in an antagonizing pace. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she took him in, enveloping him in her warmth.

Olivia tweaked her nipples and threw her head back in pleasure as she began to roll her hips; her movements working together to get them both off. She knew he was close; the kid was basically a horny teenager compared to her.

"Liv, I'm gonna co-"

"Aht, aht, aht, I think you forgot I'm a commanding officer and you need to ask permission." Her tone was condescending as she leaned forward and kissed him, biting his bottom lip. Elliot grunted into her mouth, trying to hold himself off.

"May I come, Captain?" he asked. He was painfully hard and his willpower was diminishing by the second.

"Much better," she praised as she circled his chest in featherlight strokes. "Yes, Detective, come for me."

At the sound of her words, he fell apart. Elliot grunted again as he emptied inside of her and Olivia's smile grew as she felt his warmth flooding her.

His hands worked her breasts as he flooded her, his release sparking her own. She spasmed around him and slumped against his chest in the aftermath.

His hands stroked her upper arms in a comforting way, one she hadn't let many men touch her in before.

"Better now," he murmured.

"Hmm?" She lazily lifted her head, eyes still glossed over as she looked at him.

"Earlier. You asked how my day was." Elliot looked down at her and smiled that stupid, smart ass grin that made her go weak in the knees. "It's better now. Any day that I get to come home to you is good."

"Ugh," she scoffed as she sat up, feeling him soften inside her. "Don't go soft on me, Stabler."

He chuckled as he followed her lead and sat up too, kissing her gently. "Don't," kiss "think," kiss "you," kiss "have," kiss "to," kiss "worry," kiss "about," kiss "that. Give me a few minutes and we can go again."

Olivia laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her, peppering the side of his jaw with sloppy kisses.

She had never believed in fate before…but now she was thanking her lucky stars Elliot Stabler had been reassigned to sex crimes.