Baaaccckk! Thanks for all the reviews. Hopefully this one is longer than the last chapter.

Disclaimer: Once again, Dick Wolf, nothing's changed there. 

Olivia continued her thoughts of Elliot on top of her as the music continued to play.

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

Just as the music was finishing, she snapped out of it and looked at herself in the mirror. She was blushing.

"Alright, Olivia. You aren't thirteen years old anymore. You're an adult. Get over it!" Olivia thought to herself.

When another song started playing, she started putting her lipstick on when her cell phone rang. Groaning in frustration she picked it up.

"Benson."

All of a sudden there was no one on the other line. All Olivia could her was heavy breathing. She thought it was just Munch playing his usual, stupid pranks on her.

"Ha Ha. Very funny John! Now quit playing I got to go get ready. I'm too busy tonight to play around with you!" Olivia yelled into the receiver. She was expecting to hear Munch's annoying laugh on the other line, but what she did hear was very unexpected.

"Well hello there my Olivia. You going out?" Asked the voice of a very familiar perverted perp.

Olivia than realized it was Richard White on the other end of the phone. All of a sudden she felt chills go down her back. It suddenly felt very cold in her apartment.

"What the fuck do you want you perverted bitch!" Olivia yelled.

"Mm. I love it when you talk dirty like that." Richard sassed.

"And I'd love your balls in a blender but ain't life a bitch!" Olivia spat out.

"Mm. I would love my balls in YOUR BLENDER." Richard replied back.

Olivia suddenly felt very nauseous. She was just about to hang up the phone when Richard started talking again.

"Tell Elliot to watch out. He doesn't deserve a sexy woman like you. You need a true man. One who can treat you right, in the bedroom and out. Have a nice night Olivia. I'll be thinking about you, and how you love it rough."

Then the phone went dead. Olivia couldn't move. She was just too shocked. Just as she was about to start walking into her room to get her clothes on, a knock came to the door. Not wanting to open it, she just yelled, "Who is it?"

"Olivia? It's Cragen. Let me in will ya?"

She opened the door for her Captain. He then stepped inside the apartment.

"Hey Captain. What's up?" She asked, worried.

"I just wanted to check up on you. Wow. You look great. Going out?"

"Um, naw. This was my make – up from work. I was just about to take it off."

"Oh, alright. Where's Elliot?"

"He's at Pete's Deli getting us some food. He should be here any minute now."

"Alright. Well you two call me if you guys have any problems. Of course I think Elliot can handle things himself." Cragen stiffed a laugh.

"Well you aren't wrong about that." Olivia laughed.

"Good night Liv."

"Night Captain."

Not long after that, the Captain was out the door. As Olivia shut the door she couldn't help but worry what Richard is going to do to she and Elliot. She was starting to get worried. She then decided that she wouldn't let it bother her tonight. It was hers and Elliot's first official date and she wasn't planning on ruining it. So she went back to her room and picked out what she's going to wear. She left it with two choices, a black, one – shoulder dress that went way above her knees, or a beautiful red dress, just as short, with straps that crissed – crossed at the back.

"What will it be Benson? The black or the red?" She asked herself.

It didn't take her long to decide what dress she wanted. She decided to go with the black dress.

Just as she put on her dress and silver high heels on, she heard someone knock on the door.

"Liv? Come on, baby open up." Elliot said through the door.

Olivia couldn't help but smile. She loved the sound of his voice. It was 'oh – so –sexy' as she likes to put it. She walked up to the door and opened it up to find a very irresistible Elliot Stabler in a nice blue dress button up shirt and black slacks, finished off with a blue tie and black leather shoes.

Elliot was staring at a sexy – looking Olivia Benson. She was wearing a black – one shoulder dress and silver high heels to top it off. Elliot didn't know what to say. He was speechless.

"Wow. The Olivia Benson that I used to know, the tough ass cop who dressed in pants and a shirt to work everyday cop! Hmm I must say! This change is weird. But I like it nonetheless!" Elliot said to himself.

Olivia was waiting for Elliot's reaction to her dress. When she saw him lick his lips, she knew that he approved.

"Well I'm glad you like my outfit, Detective Stabler!" Olivia smirked.

"Hm?" Elliot asked seemingly out of it.

Olivia just laughed. She loved how she could put this kind of affect on him. It made her feel like she was truly cared about.

"El? Gosh what's up with you?" Olivia asked, amused.

"It's just – you're – beautiful Liv." Elliot stammered.

Olivia didn't know what to say. She just stood there, not knowing whether or not to cry. But it was too late. She already felt cold tears streak down her cheeks. Elliot, very touched by this reaction walked up to her, and reached his hand up to her cheek and wiped her tears away.

"Awe, Liv baby. Don't cry." Elliot asked while pulling her into a hug.

Elliot saw her face facing down. He lifted up her face with his fingers so he can look straight at her big, mocha colored eyes.

"Please don't cry." He pleaded.

Finally coming back to her senses Olivia was able to regain control again. She breathed slightly and looked up at Elliot.

"I'm sorry. I don't even know where that came from. I guess it's just been really tough at work lately." Olivia sighed.

"I know what you mean, Liv. But come on. This night is just for us, no one else's ok?" Elliot said, while letting her go slowly.

Olivia just nodded her head 'yes'. With that nod, she motioned for him to sit on the couch while she went back to her room to grab her leather jacket and purse. Not a minute later she came out and they were out the door.

(Mean while at the Hyatt Hotel a couple blocks away from Olivia's apartment.)

He stared through her window looking at her bed mattress and sheets. He was so turned on.

"Mm. I can't wait to feel, tough, smell, and even taste that bed. If it tastes, smells, or feels anything like her I think I'd go crazy."

With that he closed the window, but not the blinds because he tends to watch her all day and night, everyday until he dies. After that he turned off his lights and laid on his couch, turning on the television while waiting for his fantasy woman to arrive back home from her little date with a guy he despised the most, her partner.

TBC. Reviews please! I thought I'd leave it at that just because I like creating suspicion: ) Thanks for being patient with me as this might end up to be a looooooong fanfic!