A/N - Smut ahead, some that may not be everyone's style so please be aware. But Liv and Elliot are going to do some exploring together. Nothing like complete trust in your partner to help you explore some fantasies.

Two weeks later, Elliot was sitting on the edge of Olivia's bed pulling on his shoes. He'd spent last night here with her but got home late. Now that she was back, they were spending more time together which he loved. But she had been cut early yesterday and he had to stay late. Today was Friday and they both had the weekend off as long as they didn't get called in. He had big plans for tonight. It wasn't a scheduled weekend with the kids so he planned on spoiling Olivia rotten. She had no idea what was happening and he planned on keeping it that way.

He heard her in the bathroom finishing getting ready for the day. It felt so good to be here with her, to be beside her. There was still much to work through. He'd tried to have conversations with Kathy about Olivia but none of them had gone well. She brushed him off each time or said something snotty. He had contacted the lawyer to try and get the ball rolling on fixing their agreement and he felt hopeful. More than that he felt grateful to have such a supportive partner by his side.

While Kathy didn't want to talk about it, his oldest two daughters seemed to be smarter than he gave them credit for. They both showed up last night unexpectedly at the Precinct and he was thankful that Cragen gave him thirty minutes to grab a coffee with them. While sitting at the table they both took the time to ask the questions they had been wondering about.

"I'm glad you two stopped by." Elliot said with a sigh, "I've missed you."

Maureen looked at her sister and nodded, "Mom can't control when I see you. I'm over 18 now."

Elliot nodded, "You're right. But I also don't want to start anything between the two of you. I know the divorce has been hard on everyone. I just want what's best for you all."

"What's best for us is to be able to see our Dad." Kathleen said with a quick eyeroll, "Mom's taking this to the extreme."

Elliot looked down and ran his finger along the rim of his cup, "She's hurt…this wasn't what we had planned when we got married."

"But you tried Dad. We know you tried." Maureen whispered, "I may have given you a tough time when I was younger but I know how hard your job is now. You haven't done anything wrong. Mom asked for the divorce."

Chewing on his bottom lip he frowned, "Girls…"

"Dad?" He looked up at Maureen and she smiled, "She knows about Olivia…we know about Olivia."

He cleared his throat anxiously and whispered, "I want you to know that I was never…I was never unfaithful to your Mother. No matter what she might tell you, I swear to God I never strayed. I wouldn't have done that. And neither would Olivia."

"We know." Kathleen whispered, "We know Dad…"

They sat quietly for a few minutes and he didn't know what to say or do. Finally Kathleen spoke up again, "Are you happy?"

He took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair and a smile grew on his face, "Yes. Olivia makes me very happy."

Maureen smiled, "You look happy…lighter."

His face flushed and he whispered, "She's been my rock during all of this…not seeing you guys has been really hard. And she's supported me, pulled me out of my funks. Encouraged me to keep fighting for the four of you and I will." He looked between them both, "I know things are changing but you know that Liv cares about you all. And she has made me promise her that I will always put you guys first. She's not going to come between us. She never would."

"We know." Kathleen whispered, "And we love her too." She shrugged, "We can't speak for the twins but we're good with it. As long as you're happy.""They may have a harder time with it because they're younger…" He frowned, "But I'm going to take it one day at a time with them. Don't uh…don't say anything to them yet. I need to really have a conversation with your Mom first."

Maureen watched him carefully, "We love Mom…we do. But she can't ask us to choose. That's not fair."

Elliot shook his head, "Girls…no matter what she is your Mother and I don't want you to start arguing with her. We'll figure it out. I promise."

Maureen and Kathleen shared a look before Kathleen whispered, "We all know that Olivia will walk away if she thinks she's coming between you and us…if Mom-"

"I know." He whispered softly, "I know…"

Reaching out, Maureen covered her hand with his, "So don't let her run…"

Elliot snapped back into reality when he felt her hands on his back, inching their way up and over his shoulders. He smiled, rested his hand over her forearm and knew exactly what she was doing. Her lips found the sensitive spot just below his ear and he growled but he had to be strong. She was good, he'd give her that, "Elliot…"

It would be so easy to give in and just tell her the plan but that would spoil it all. So he pulled her hand away and stood up, "I'm not telling you."

He could see her pouting through the mirror and he laughed, "But Elliot…"

"Nope." He shook his head and reached for his tie, "You're not getting any information out of me Benson."

Climbing off the bed, she walked over to him and reached for the silk material, settling it around his neck, "But surprises stress me out."

He rolled his eyes and pulled her against his body as she tied his tie for him, "You just like being in control."

Frowning, she whispered, "Yes. I do. What's so bad about that? You didn't seem to be complaining last night when I was in control and-"

He put his fingers over her lips and laughed, "You're right. I didn't complain and I won't. But in a relationship it's about give and take. So tonight…I'm in control. Okay?"

The way he was looking at her made her knees weak and set a fire racing through her body. "Hm…"

He smiled and leaned in, nuzzling the side of her face he whispered, "Come on Liv…would I do anything to hurt you?" His voice was low and her fingers dug into the muscles in his arms, "You know you can trust me."

She sighed and leaned further into him, "But El…"

Tilting her head back, he stared down at her with a look of such love and admiration her breath caught in her throat, "I want you to let me do something nice for you Liv. I want you to let me spoil you the way you deserve…I want to show you a different world."

Her heart was hammering in her chest as she stared at him. God she loved him. It wasn't possible to love someone this much she thought and yet looking at him now she wanted to fall at his feet and give him anything he asked for. She couldn't imagine losing him now. And that was terrifying because in Olivia's world…people always changed their mind. They walked away when her insecurities became too much. But to lose him now…that would break her. She wouldn't survive it.

When she didn't respond, he got worried and touched her face, "Hey…Liv, I-"

"I'm just uh…" She swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, "I do trust you…"

Those words on her lips were important and he knew it. To gain Olivia Benson's trust was not easy. For her to let him in. For her to allow him to have a little control and take charge in their relationship, at least for tonight, that meant something. And that's why he knew everything had to go right. And more than that, he had to not let her run…no matter what.

Kissing her softly he whispered, "Good." Stepping back, he tugged on his tie and cocked his head towards the door, "Then let's get to work. Make sure we get out on time and come back here to get ready. We need to leave by 7."

"Yes. We need to leave by 7 and I have to wear that dress." She said pointing to her closet.

Elliot smiled happily, it was the very dress he had seen her in that night while trying to hail a cab. The very dress he'd fallen apart seeing her in. The very dress that brought them here tonight. "Yes. You need to wear that dress."

She rolled her eyes but laughed, "I'll never understand you…it's just a dress."

He watched her starting to walk away and he reached out, grabbing her hand before pulling her up against him, "But like I said that first night…you wear the hell out of it Benson. And I want the world to know that you are mine. So wear that dress so I can show you off."

Kissing him softly she whispered, "Whatever you say babe."

He glanced behind her, "You know what happens when you call me that…"

Olivia sighed and followed his gaze to the clock, "We did kind of get up early today…"

"Christ…" He pushed her back towards the bed, "You're going to be the death of me woman."

"But what a way to go…" She said as she fell down onto the mattress below him.

The day was busy, which was a good thing. It made time speed up and Elliot was anxious to get out of here. He was so anxious about the date he had planned, he knew it was probably a bit more extravagant than she was expecting but it was something he'd been wanting to do for a long time. Over the last few years he'd remembered some old dreams of his and Olivia made him want to envision them, try them, share them with her. He just hoped the extravagance of the night didn't make her uncomfortable. He didn't want to give her any reason to retreat or feel overwhelmed. He just hoped that what she said earlier was true. That she trusted him.

He needed her to trust him fully.

Taking a deep breath, he shuffled through some papers on his desk when he overheard Fin and John talking by the coffee pot. "Yeah this storm looks crazy."

John sighed, "I know. And it came out of nowhere. No warning."

Elliot frowned and looked towards them, "Storm? What storm?"

Placing his cup down on the table, John turned to him, "Oh you've been interrogation most of the day. They just came on the news awhile ago and said we were getting this huge thunderstorm tonight. They are expecting power outages and the whole shebang."

Elliot's heart sank and he huffed, "Tonight? This is happening tonight?"

Fin nodded, "Should be starting within the hour but then really heat up around 7."

"Son of a bitch." He growled and moved towards the back of the room where a small TV sat, he flipped on the station and cursed, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Olivia walked into the room with a folder in her hand, her eyes immediately landing on her boyfriend. She saw him hovering by the screen, shoulders slumped and tensed, he was muttering under his breath. Walking over to him she asked, "What's wrong?"

He looked back at her and pointed at the screen, "Did you know about this?"

Looking past him at the screen she listened as the news anchor discussed the incoming storm, "Oh, we're getting a storm?"

"Yes!" He shouted, "Out of nowhere we're getting a freaking storm of the century!"

He pushed past her and stomped towards his desk looking for his phone, "El, calm down. It's weather. No one can control the weather."

He laughed bitterly, "Tonight. Of all freaking nights."

"Ohhhh…that's right. It's date night." Fin said with a chuckle, "Big plans gonna be ruined by the rain Stabler?"

Elliot ignored him, and moved out of the squad room with his phone at his ear. Olivia shot Fin a look and whispered, "I know you're having fun with this…but can you not?"

Fin and John both laughed and Fin shrugged, "What? What's the big plan?"

"I don't know. He had some big surprise planned and clearly whatever it was can't be done in the rain. Just…be nice. Okay?" She asked softly.

Fin smirked and rolled his eyes, "Fine. I'll be nice. But only because you're my partner."

She sighed and went to find Elliot out in the hallway, she heard him talking angrily before hanging up, "Damn it."

It was important that they kept the PDA to a minimum. It was a miracle they were even allowed to work together at all. But she hated to see him so upset. Especially when she didn't need a big date night, all she needed was him. Hoping to ease his tension, she walked over and leaned against the wall, "Elliot…"

He shook his head and scrolled through his phone, "Maybe the weather people got it wrong. Maybe it's going to be just fine."

Just then they heard a loud rumble of thunder and she grimaced, "El…"

Looking back at her, his eyes were dark, but rather than anger she saw disappointment and sadness, "I just…really wanted to do this for you. I've been planning it for weeks."

She smiled and wished she could reach out for him, but there were too many people around, "It doesn't mean we can't do it on another night, does it?"

"It's…complicated." He said with a frown, "I mean maybe but I don't know."

Nodding, she pushed herself off the wall, "Okay. well, let's see what happens?" He didn't say anything and she whispered, "El…you didn't spend a ton of money on this did you? Is it something you can't get back because if it is-"

"No. Don't…don't worry about that." He quickly shook hi shead, "A friend of mine is-" He sighed, "I don't want to say just in case…"

Smiling, she threw caution to the wind and reached out to squeeze his hand, "Okay. I'll let you keep your secret awhile longer. But…I hope you know that I don't need anything over the top. All I need is…you." The smile slowly returned to his face, "And regardless of what happens tonight, I still have you? Right?"

He smiled and looked down, "Yes…I just don't know when we can do it again. Could be a few weeks…or a month."

"Well I'm not planning on going anywhere…" She whispered huskily, "And unless you're telling me you're planning on kicking me to the curb-"

He reached out and put his fingers to her lips, "Don't even. You know I'm not."

Smiling, she pressed her lips into the pad of his two fingers, "Well then good. I can wait. We can wait. I mean we waited eight years to be together so…I think we can handle this. Don't you?"

He didn't want to wait. If he had it his way, he'd marry her tomorrow and start their future but he knew what she meant and he knew she wasn't quite there yet. As disappointed as he was, he liked hearing that she wasn't going anywhere. And he knew that he'd wait forever for her if he had too. Smiling, he nodded his head, "We can handle it."

"Good." Glancing behind him, she smiled realizing they were alone, she leaned up and kissed him softly, "Then I promise it will be fine."

He relaxed slightly and nodded, "Okay…but I'm still-"

"I know." She whispered, "But…we can't control the weather El. So we're going to have to make the most of it." She smiled, "We can still do something fun."

Huffing he rolled his eyes, "Doubtful…maybe I'll-"

"If you think you're leaving me alone during the storm of the century as you called it…you better not call yourself my boyfriend anymore." She said nudging him.

He chuckled, "So you want to chance getting stuck in a storm with me?"

She smiled and started to walk past him, "I think I can handle it."

Elliot smiled and watched her go, "So you say…"

Turning at the last second, she had a thought and whispered, "Do me a favor?"

Elliot nodded slowly, "What is it?"

She shrugged, "Well since our plans are changing…maybe we grab dinner and eat at my place?"

Elliot nodded, "Okay. So what do you want me to do?"

"Pick up dessert." She said with a smile, "I'll write you a list.?"

Narrowing his eyes at her he asked, "What are you up too Benson?"

She shrugged and stepped back towards the squad room, "You're not the only one that can have secrets, Stabler. And I'm not sharing them."

A shiver ran through his spine and he inhaled sharply, "Liv…"

Glancing at the clock on the wall she shrugged, "Two hours left. You're gonna have to learn some patience babe…"

His eyes turned dark upon hearing the last word, "Liv!"

But she only laughed and walked all the way back into the squad room without him. Sighing loudly, he looked out the window and saw how dark it was. The thunder continued to roll in and he frowned. No, it wasn't going to be the night he had planned and anticipated but he had a feeling Olivia would make it worthwhile. He just had to make it through the next two hours…

Standing in her apartment, Olivia was humming to herself as she moved around her room. She wasn't sure where the idea came from but she was going to run with it. She just hoped it wasn't a little too out of his comfort zone. She knew that he had something big planned. Knew that whatever it was was important, and something that was clearly going to sweep her off her feet. That scared her if she was honest. She wasn't good with big gestures like he was trying to do. But she wanted to try and give him that little bit of control, let him romance her a bit because she knew it was important. It was just hard to let go, to let herself believe someone loved her enough to do something like whatever it was he had planned.

But that wasn't happening tonight. So instead, she'd give him some control in another way.

In a way that could hopefully distract him a bit from the change in plans tonight. Even when they left work, he still seemed upset about the weather. But she made him promise to not be late and to remember to pick up the desert. The lights began to flicker and rather than panic, she smiled, oh yes, this was going to work in her favor. She heard the knock on the door, turning she glanced at herself in the mirror and felt the blush grow in her cheeks. As she walked towards the door, the power finally went out and she squealed with excitement.

Yanking the door open, she could see him standing there with his phone held out, trying to use it as a light, "Li-" But his breath caught in his throat, "Holy crap."

She laughed and reached for him, pulling him into the apartment, "Even with the power out I really don't need my neighbors to see me like this so get in here."

Elliot stumbled, rain falling from his coat, dripping from his bags, "Jesus Christ Liv…what the hell?"

She laughed and took the bags from him, "What? You don't like it?"

He tossed the bags on the counter, tripping slightly in the dark, "Don't like it?"

Turning towards her, he realized that the room was filled with candles and the light illuminated off of her golden skin. She was standing there in the skimpiest bra and matching lace panties he had ever seen. His head was spinning as he watched her, unable to really move. She seemed to sense that so she walked closer to him and started to tug off his coat, "Okay…so I know that the night didn't quite go the way you were hoping? But I was thinking…"

"Thinking…" His eyes roamed her body, his fingers following their path, "Thoughts…words…"

She chuckled and started to walk him back towards the bedroom, "Yes. Thoughts. Words. Good things. Important things." Standing inside the bedroom, she tilted his chin up so he was looking straight at her, "Eyes on me for a second."

He swallowed the lump in his throat, "Huh?"

Lifting her hand, she touched the back of his neck and smiled, "I know that being in control is important to you…and you were hoping to be in control of our night. But it all got out of your control…"

Elliot sighed, his fingers rubbing circles against her hips, "Control…"

"And so I thought…I'd give you a little control in a different way." Smirking she whispered, "Or a lot of control really."

Taking a deep breath he saw her stepping back, "How so?"

"Well…you've been telling me that you are wanting to explore a bit more. And we've been having a lot of fun exploring different things together. Don't you think?" She climbed up on the bed and waited for him.

Stepping towards her he nodded, "Uh huh…"

Reaching beside her, she lifted one of his ties he had left here up off the mattress, "So…"

His eyes landed on the tie in her hands and he raised an eyebrow, "So…?"

"So…" She slowly slid her fingers up his chest and smiled, "So you're in control tonight El. I'm completely at your mercy."

His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched her, "Are you serious?"

Biting down hard on her lip, she wondered if she was pushing too hard, "Only if you want too of course…"

Clearing his throat, he took the tie out of her hand and wrapped it around his fingers, "Completely at my mercy?" She nodded slowly, "You'd be okay not seeing anything?"

She leaned back slightly and whispered, "I trust you. I know you would never do anything to hurt me and I know that if I asked you to stop you would. So yes…I'm okay with it if you are."

Watching her leaning back on her bed, surrounded by candles, the rain pounding on the window, her skin glowing, the lace pressing against her smooth curves he growled, "Damn Liv…"

She smiled, knowing that she was breaking through to him, "What are you thinking right now?"

Elliot wrapped the tie around his hand tightly and sucked in his lower lip, "I think you are every man's fantasy…"

Her cheeks burned but she whispered back, "I don't want to be every man's fantasy El…I want to be yours…and only yours."

He hummed, the vibrations rattling away in his chest and he leaned over her, "Oh you're mine. And only mine. And I'm going to prove that tonight."

The rush of desire that his words ignited within her, she knew she was ready for whatever rha had to give her, "So I take it you like this surprise of mine?"

Elliot smiled and moved slowly, taking his tie he began to wrap it around her eyes, "Oh I like it. In fact I love it."

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the silk brush against her skin, "El…"

Elliot smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips right below her ear, "Last chance to get out of this Liv…you can back out now if you want."

His voice was low and rough and she had never wanted something more, "Not backing out."

Tying the tie tight enough that it would stay in place but not hurt her, he leaned back, "Can you see me?"

She shook her head and bit her lip, "No."

"Good." He kissed her softly, "Lie down…I'll be right back."

Her hand shot out and grabbed his arm, "Where are you going?"

He smiled, lifting her hand he pressed his lips to her palm, "Going to get those groceries you asked me to pick up. I think they'll come in handy…"

She smiled and leaned back further, "Good."

Taking a deep breath, he took in the sight before him. Olivia Benson, blindfolded and waiting for him. If you had told him years ago he'd be here he'd tell you you were crazy. But standing here now, he felt like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world and he was going to enjoy this. Oh yes, he was definitely going to enjoy this…

She was pretty sure she'd only been sitting there waiting for a few minutes but felt like eternity. He hadn't even touched her yet and she was already ready for him. Just the thought of what he could do, what he might do turned her on. She was normally the kind of woman who needed to have all the control, especially in the bedroom. Trusting her partner was a big one for her. And seeing what she saw everyday, it was hard to trust men. Knowing what her Mother had been through, and picking more than a few of the wrong men in her own life had often kept her from exploring some things in the bedroom.

This was one of them.

But Elliot…Elliot was different. He would never hurt her. Never overstep any real boundaries unless she gave permission first. She knew that she could give herself to him fully. Knew that she could allow herself to relax enough to let him explore his own fantasies. Knowing he wanted her, knowing she was what he dreamed about made her feel powerful, made her feel sexier than she could begin to explain.

She was so lost in thought she didn't even realize he was back in the room until she felt him touch her shoulder. Jumping slightly she heard him shuffle back, "Sorry…"

She smiled nervously, "No…don't apologize. I didn't realise you were back."

Raising an eyebrow he chuckled, "You really can't see huh?"

"Nope. Between the power outage and the tie…I can't see a damn thing." She said with a smile, "But that's the point isn't it?"

"Yes…" He watched her carefully, still trying to process what was happening.

When he didn't move, didn't say anything else she shifted anxiously on the bed, "El?"

Clearing his throat he shook his head, trying to snap back into reality. This wasn't a dream. Wasn't another one of his fantasies. This was actually happening and he didn't want to miss a moment of it, "Lie back."

He carefully moved the plate he had placed beside her and watched her slide back on the bed and settle against the pillows. Her skin was flushed and even though she had suggested this, he wondered if there was part of her that was just as anxious as he was. If she was, she was trying not to show it. He'd had a thought in the kitchen, an idea on how to take this a step farther but not yet. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable, make sure she was truly okay with this first and then he'd test that boundary.

A rumble of thunder echoed throughout the room and she tensed slightly. Leaning over the bed, he placed a hand on her calf and affectionately rubbed the muscles, "Relax. I've got you." He saw her body ease against the mattress again and he smiled, "I'm gonna uh…well I was gonna…"

"El?" She laughed and ran her hand up along her side, "The point is to not tell me." He laughed, "It's okay…"

Taking a deep breath he nodded once, "Right. Right…"

Reaching a hand out to him, she waited until he took it, "It's okay…I meant it when I said I trust you. But if this is to weird or you feel-"

"I don't." He pulled his hand away and slowly started to pull his shirt up over his head, "I want to do this. Just…give me a second. This is new for me too." He paused for a moment knowing that he'd never done anything like this, but maybe it wasn't new for her, "I mean…you might have…and that's-"

"El." The way she said his name caught his attention, and her voice dropped to a low whisper, "This is a first for me too. Okay? I'd only do this if I truly trusted someone. To give control over to…" She swallowed hard, "It's only you…"

He didn't realize how much he needed to hear that. To know that she hadn't tried this with anyone else before. He knew that she was more experienced than him. That was a given. His only real sexual experience was a handful of clumsy make out and groping session with girls as a teenager and then he got Kathy pregnant. The rest was history. And while sex was good with his wife, it wasn't adventerous. If he was being honest with himself, he worried that he wouldn't be able to satisfy a woman like Olivia Benson. But so far…he'd been quite proud of himself for holding his own. She brought something out in him, an animalistic need, desire and want. Something he'd only heard about before. But now to experience it, he couldn't believe the was this damn lucky.

Taking in the sight before him again he smiled, "Only me…" Inhaling sharply, he leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, "Only you and me."

She smiled and reached a hand up to touch his cheek, "Exactly. You and me."

Leaning back again he smiled, "Okay." Licking his lips, he looked at the plate next to her and sighed, "Ready?"

A slow smile spread along her face and she nodded, her body language told him that she meant it when she said, "Ready."

He made quick work of his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. For now, he'd leave them on. Reaching out to the plate, he took the first item in hand and took a bite. The fruit left a sweet, taste on the tip of his tongue and he knew it was only going to get better. Lowering his hand, he began to trail the half bitten strawberry along her body. Starting at her knee, he swirled it across her smooth skin, along the lace of her panties and she inhaled sharply when it slid across her belly.

When he finally made the long trip to her lips he smiled, "Taste." Her lips parted softly and he placed the berry where she could take a bite. She moaned softly and smiled, "Good?" He asked, and she nodded slowly, "More?"

She licked her lips when he pulled it away and nodded, "More."

Reaching out, he got another strawberry, taking a bite and once again trailing it up along her skin on a similar path. Only this time, his mouth followed the path much to her enjoyment and surprise. The mixture of the sweet and tangy berry and the taste of her skin, was overwhelming to him.

The lace of her Lingerie barely covered her. And her nipples were straining against the thin material. She was intoxicating and laying before him, allowing him to touch her, do whatever it was he wanted. He couldn't believe this was real. He could tell she was trying to lay still, but every time he touched her, or slid the berry across her skin her breathing intensified. His fingers began to pull at the hem of her bra, the corners of her lips tipped up and he took that as a good sign. Roughly, he pulled it further so it scraped across her erect nipple causing her to squirm below him.

Leaning further over her, he lifted a full berry and placed it by her lips, "Bite."

Her lips parted gently and she took a bite, moaning again as the flavor hit her lips. "More."

He smiled, and shook his head forgetting she couldn't see him, "Not yet. My turn to taste." Before she could respond, he took the half eaten strawberry and trailed it over her lip, her jaw, her neck, her chest as, and finally over her exposed nipple making her whimper. "Don't move."

She inhaled sharply when she felt him follow the path with his tongue, "El…"

"I said don't move." Her hands clenched at her sides, gripping the comforter and he knew this was hard for her. His lips encircled her nipple again, tasting the tanginess of the fruit mixed with her once again and he was lost, "Jesus…"

Her hand shook beside her and she desperately needed to touch him, "Elliot…"

He smiled and thought about that other plan of his, and wondered. Biting down on her now, she gasped and her hand shot out and gripped the back of his head, "You're not good at following directions Ms. Benson are you?"

Her hand fell to her side and she grumbled, "I'm sorry. I can't help it…I-"

He silenced her quickly with a kiss, "You said I could explore a few things of my own…and I'm wondering if you'd be willing to take this up a notch?" She was frozen in her spot, only her chest began to rise and fall harder, "Only if you're comfortable with it…"

She shifted slightly not he bed below him, her mind reeling but she had an idea of what he was thinking. She wouldn't deny that she hadn't thought about it before too. Again, only with him because she could never bring herself to give over that much control to someone else without knowing what was happening. But Elliot…Elliot was Elliot and she trusted him with her mind, body and soul. So she smiled, nodded her head and whispered, "Yes."

"You don't even know what I'm thinking." He said with a laugh as he stared down at her, his fingers trailing along her smooth skin, "Or are you reading my mind as usual?"

"I think I'm reading your mind as usual." She said with a smile, "And if I am…you have two other ties in the closet you left here."

His cock strained against his boxers even more and he growled, "Damn Liv…you really are going to kill me."

She laughed as she heard him scrambling off the bed towards her closet, "Says the man who is about to tie me to my bed…"

He quickly found the ties, and moved back to the bed, but he stopped just beside her. A million and one thoughts were racing through his mind. As an SVU detective…he'd seen a lot of things. A lot of scenarios that started out just like this that went terribly wrong. And he wondered if she was thinking of them too. And if she was…did she know that he would never ever cross a line if- "Elliot…"

His name on her lips pulled him back to the present, "You're just…you're really sure?"

Taking a deep breath, she sat up slowly and tugged the tie covering her eyes up because she knew he needed to see her eyes right now. Needed to know she was being completely honest. "Elliot. I'm sure." Her hand reached out to touch his cheek and he relaxed slightly, she smiled innocently and took his hand and trailed it down her neck, her chest, abdomen like he had done with the strawberries before settling it between her legs. Using his fingers, she pushed the flimsy material aside and showed him how sure she was, "Feel that?"

His lips parted slowly and a groan escaped his lips as his finger dipped between her folds, "Olivia…"

His voice was low and raspy and it sent a shiver through her body, "I want you Elliot. I want you so bad I can't control myself…so if you don't want me to touch you…" She nudged him slightly, "Tie them tight."

He growled again, leaned down and captured her lips with his, "You tell me to stop and I'll stop. I swear."

"I know." He leaned her back on the bed and she adjusted the tie over her eyes again but the smile never left her lips, "I know. But I can guarantee I won't tell you to stop."

Reaching for one of her arms, he started trailing kisses along the inside of it and sighed, "You really are the perfect woman."

She laughed and let herself relax further, knowing she was safe, "Hardly. But glad you think so."

Leaning over her, he carefully started to wrap the tie around her left wrist. Bending her arm he began to wrap the other end around the headboard, tugging tightly, he looked down at her, "Okay?"

She nodded slightly and adjusted herself on the mattress, "Okay."

Lifting her other arm, he repeated the same process, before moving back towards her face to kiss her softly, "Comfortable?" She nodded again and he kissed her neck, "Feel good?"

She sighed and nuzzled her face slightly towards his, "Yes. Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it." He kissed her lips, then began his path down her neck and chest again, this time teasing her nipples through the material of her lingerie making her whimper.

She was truly completely at his mercy. He'd never been so turned on in his life and he didn't know where to start, but he did know that he wanted this to last and had to try and think clearly as he moved. He wanted to bring her pleasure, as much pleasure as possible before he reached his own release. And that was going to be very difficult when she looked this good. He reached for another berry, but this time reached for the can of whipped cream too. He heard her giggle slightly when she heard what he was doing but he didn't stop. Holding it out to her lips he smiled, "Bite."

She did as she was told and licked the cream from her lips that he had clearly intended to make a mess with, "Mmm…more."

Shaking the can once more, he lowered it to her belly and made a heart around her naval making her shiver. Leaning over he pressed the rest of the berry towards her lips, "Bite."

Once again she followed his command and was pleasantly surprised when his tongue traced the heart around her belly. She could hear the rain slamming against the window outside, knew the wind was whipping and it was probably freezing. But her entire body was on fire as he teased her, his fingers and mouth not leaving an inch of her untouched. More berries, chocolate, ice cream, he devoured her and each sweet treat he could find and every time he gave her something to try her response was simple, "More."

Her wrists occasionally tugged on her restraints and he knew she wanted to touch him, to be in control but she was giving him the control. And as much as he wanted her to touch him, he was enjoying this too much to stop now. Currently, her lips were wrapped around his finger as she finished a piece of chocolate and he smiled, "Good girl."

Her lips curled around his finger and she smiled, "El…"

And then he got bolder, "Liv…" He adjusted on the bed so he was kneeling directly in front of her face. "Open your mouth…but don't bite."

She smiled, knowing what he was about to do and was more than willing to comply. Tilting her head to the side she whispered, "Lick?"

He laughed deep in his chest and nodded, "Uh huh…"

Her lips parted again and he grasped his cock in his hands, his heart hammering in his chest as he moved closer to her. The tip of him twitched slightly as her tongue traced the side of him, "Mmm…" He froze for a moment and her voice dropped an octave making him shiver, "More."

Pushing his hips forward, she enveloped him further into her mouth, and he groaned, "Liv…"

Her hands pulled at the restraints and her hips rolled below them. His eyes moved down her body and he knew she too was in desperate need of attention but not yet. He wanted to make her beg for it. "More?" He asked again.

She smiled around his cock, knowing she could take more, "More." She mumbled.

When he pushed even further, he hit the back of her velvety throat, his head fell back and one hand rested on the top of her head, guiding her back and forth, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Just like that."

Her hands tugged at the ties again and she felt like she could come without even being touched. She'd never been so excited in her life and she was desperate for him to touch her again but she knew she had to wait. Her tongue swirled around him as he rocked his hips against her mouth over and over again, filling her completely. She whimpered around him, feeling him surge and grow harder by the second. Not being able to see him was strange, but she focussed on the feel of him in her mouth, the warm of his body near hers and the sounds he was making. He grunted and growled, grasped the back of her hair and pulled tighter. He was being rough but she didn't mind. It was a turn on knowing that she was making him unravel, making him give in to all his desires and fantasies. Despite being the one under his control, she still felt a sense of power knowing that he felt comfortable exploring this with her and only her.

Sucking him harder, he stiffened and gasped, "Olivia…Christ…" He pulled her head back and stared down at her, "You feel incredible."

Her hips rolled again and she could feel her arousal seeping into the thin material, "El…"

His hand reached out and his thumb grazed over her bottom lip now where his cock had just been, "You doing okay baby?"

She bit down hard on his thumb and nodded, "Yes. But…I want…I want…"

Her voice trailed away and his thumb moved away from her lip, down her neck, along her nipple and down between her legs, "You want more?"

She tensed when his fingers pushed aside the material, "Y-yes. P-please. Please El. Please…"

She was so wet he could see it, feel it, hear her arousal and he needed more of her. He needed to taste her himself. "Hang on."

She heard him moving away from his spot between her legs and she growled, "El…"

Leaning closer to her ear he whispered huskily, "Still trust me?"

She felt him reaching for one of her wrists, untying her from the bed post, "Yes."

"Good." He slowly untied both restraints from the bed posts but not from around her wrists.

And then he was moving her and she couldn't stop him, not that she wanted too. She felt him laying her back down on the bed, but her head was resting off the side of the mattress partially. And he was taking her hands, tying them together in front of her. Her breath was rattling in her chest as she waited patiently for him to make another move. He adjusted her again to make sure she was comfortable and pulled the ties tight, "Okay?"

She shivered and bit her lip slightly, "Yes."

He tilted her head back and smiled down at her though she couldn't see it, "Open your mouth."

She smiled and did as she was told again and immediately felt the tip of him, surging forward. He thrust into her mouth over and over again and she took him all without hesitation. She was so lost in bringing him pleasure she didn't realize that he was leaning forward too until his lips pressed against the lace of her panties and she jumped, "Relax…" He whispered "I've got you."

She felt him slide the material to the side, roughly scraping it across her clit and she trembled against him, "El-"

But her mouth was full and he smiled, leaning forward to swipe his tongue against her lips, "Mmmm…the best desert." He mumbled and her legs fell open wider, "Keep going Liv."

She felt his hands grip her hips and squeeze as he pushed his tongue up into her. It would be easy to get lost in him but she couldn't stop now. She wanted him to enjoy this just as much as she was. And so she moved, her tongue trailing along him, sucking him harder into her mouth, deep throating him as his tongue swirled around her clit, his large body caging her in against the mattress. She knew it wouldn't take long for her to come but she also knew that he wouldn't stop at one for her. Elliot was anything but selfish in bed and after years of searching for a partner who could satisfy her in the way she needed she knew she'd found him. By the time his thick fingers slid into her pussy, working with his mouth she was helpless but his hips thrust slowly into her mouth too. Thunder roared outside in the city but in this moment nothing else mattered. She had never felt this kind of pleasure and neither had he. He was consumed by her, sucking, fucking, biting every inch of her he could and she was slowly coming undone around him.

He felt her body tense and he knew that if he didn't stop her he would come too. Not that he didn't want that, not that he didn't need it, but he wasn't anywhere near ready to be done. Pulling back quickly, he slipped from her mouth roughly and she gasped in surprise, "El-"

Bending over her he kissed her swollen lips and smiled, "Not done with you yet."

She went to open her mouth to ask a question but he was climbing up onto the bed to get better control and access to her. Her legs spread apart even wider, and her tied up hands lay across her belly, her fingers shaking as he pulled her towards the middle of the bed by her thighs. She moaned loudly when he pressed his face between her legs, his hands sliding under her thighs, his fingers digging into her ass, "El-Elliot! Fuck!"

He pushed his tongue in as far as he could, moaning against her, her arousal covering his lips, his nose, his chin and he couldn't stop himself. He wanted and needed more. Her hips bucked up against him, grinding against his face and he smiled, "So. Fucking. Sexy." He growled and she shook harder, "I want you to come. I want to taste you Liv."

His fingers dug harder into her hips and her back arched up off the mattress, "Ri-Right there…fuck El. Yes!"

His hand reached out and grasped her breast, tugging her nipple through the material and she screamed in pleasure. He pulled harder, pressed his face further against her, let his teeth graze over her clit and she jumped. Her legs started to clamp shut but he used his free hand to hold them back so he could devour her. "Come Olivia. Fucking Come."

Her back arched again and she grasped for air desperately, sweat sliding down her chest as the world around her disappeared. In total darkness she could only feel him, his touch, his kiss, all of him. She shattered, her orgasm so intense she started to cry, the silk material of the tie soaking up the wetness as she screamed for him through the storm. His grip on her tightened and he didn't let up, still teasing her with his mouth as she clenched around him. She could barely breathe as her head thrashed from side to side but one hand held her in place, covering her wrists, holding her down through her orgasm. Until finally he gave her a moment to rest, only to begin his assault back up her legs, he took her hands and lifted them up over her head, still tied together as she tried to breathe. "El…"

He nuzzled the side of her face and bit down hard on her neck, "Yeah?"

"How-how-" She couldn't form a thought as his fingers moved the material of her panties aside again, "Shit…"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked soothing the bite with his tongue, "I can-"

"No. God no. Don't stop." She panted under him, "Don't you dare fucking stop."

With that reassurance, he pushed aside the lace between her hips and aligned himself at her entrance, desperate to feel her. Desperate to be wrapped up in her, to fuck her so hard she couldn't walk in the morning without thinking of him. He wanted her to know she was his and only his, wanted the world to know it. Wanted to leave no doubt about how badly he wanted her, had always wanted her. And when he thrust forward and buried his cock inside of her he growled, "You belong to me."

Her hands tugged against the restraints but it was no use and she nodded, already knowing he'd bring her to the brink again, "Yes. Fuck yes Eliot. You. Only you."

He slammed forward, until he couldn't fill her anymore, "Tell me you're mine Olivia." His lips grazed her collarbone again and he growled, "Tell me no man will ever touch you again like this. That you only want me."

Her legs fell open wider, taking him all the way in, "I am yours." She cried out to him, "Yours and only yours Eliot. I always have been. Fuck. Me. Please. Fuck me."

Her words sent him into overdrive and he pulled out much to her surprise, "Roll over."

She whimpered softly but did as she was told, her hands still tied above her but soon he was untying her. "What are you-"

"Shhh…" He mumble into her ear, "Just trust me."

So she did. Her body was weak as he positioned her the way he wanted her, all the while her body hummed with arousal, need and excitement. He took her wrists, positioned them behind her back and tied them again, making sure to check that she was comfortable. Even when he was at his most turned on, at the point of no return, he still looked out for her and she knew he always would. So her body relaxed when she felt him spread her legs slightly, his teeth graze against the curve of her ass and she sighed when he licked her slowly once more before positioning himself back between her legs. As soon as he thrust into her, her body pressed farther into the mattress and she screamed out in pleasure, needing him to use all of his strength, "Harder baby."

He huffed and pulled his hips back before slamming them back making her body jolt forward. He pressed one hand between her shoulder-blades and used the other to wrap around her tied wrists, "You like this?"

She whimpered against the comforter under her, "God yes. Don't stop. Please. Please baby."

Tugging on her hands he lifted her slightly off the mattress catching her by surprise. Smiling, his lips grazed her back as he held her in place kneeling in front of him now. "Do you feel how hard you make me?"

He thrust up again and she clenched around him, "Yes."

"You feel it inside of you? Deep?" She moaned loudly and he moved one hand up to wrap around her hair and pull her back, "You like when I fuck you like this? Claim you? Make you mine?"

Her body sagged against him as he pounded up into her, her breasts bouncing along with the pace he set, "Yes! I love it!"

He tugged her hair harder and she faltered slightly before he whispered again, "You belong to me Olivia Benson. Me and only me."

Her wrists pulled at the restraints but it was no use, her fingers reached for him though and her nails scraped across his abdomen while he took her from behind, "You and only you."

He thrust up harder and she fell forward against the mattress again, his hands pinned her hips down in place as he continued to fuck her. Every sound she made, every time his body slapped against hers got him closer to the edge but he needed her to come again. Winding one hand around the front of her now, he shifted it between her and the mattress, before his fingers found her clit, stroking her roughly with the same force as her hips and she started to shake. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

He bit down on her shoulder and leaned all the way over her, "You have to come again."

He sounded desperate, he was pleading with her, needing her release before his own and she knew she wasn't far off. Her body hummed with pleasure and just a few more touches and he'd have her spiraling over the edge again. "Just like that El. Keep going just like that and I am gonna-"

He thrust harder and her words died on her lips as her body tensed and her thighs held his hand in place, "That's it…let go."

She whimpered his name and felt her body shake as his cock filled her and he rolled his fingers lazily around her clit. She still couldn't see a damn thing, could barely move and her body felt like it was hovering over the edge. One more swipe of his fingers and she collapsed fully against the mattress, spent and exhausted, "Elliot!"

He groaned when he felt her walls tighten around his cock, pulling him further into her body and he felt it coming, "Liv…"

She pressed her ass up against him and whined, "Mouth."

He leaned over her, his fingers digging into her hips, "What?"

He could barely form a thought and she turned her head to the side, "I want you to come in my mouth."

His own mouth hung open as she squirmed below him and he couldn't believe that any of this was real. She pushed back against him again and he fell back slightly. She took the opportunity to move and quickly rolled onto her back, her arms still tied behind her. He stared at her, his cock straining, aching for release and she smiled, "Elliot…"

He moved quickly, into the position he had been in before, his cock beside her mouth and he grunted, "Sure?"

She nodded slowly, her tongue moving towards him, desperate to taste herself on him, "Yes."

He couldn't stop himself then and pushed his hips forward, her mouth closing around him and she moaned at the sensation. He felt like his heart might burst from his chest but suddenly he needed to see her eyes. As exciting as this was, there was something about her eyes that always sent him over the edge. He got lost in them. Reaching behind her neck, he yanked at the ties and his cock slipped further into her mouth causing her to gasp in surprise but she didn't stop and he knew she wouldn't. He ripped the material off and as soon as his blue eyes met her brown ones he knew he was a goner, "Olivia…"

Staring up at him through her eyelashes she smiled around his cock, feeling him lose control and now she felt like the one in control. He was at her mercy. She expected him to turn away, to close his eyes but as his release took over his eyes grew darker and he never even blinked, needing to watch her take him all the way in. He came hard and fast, the warmth of him filling her mouth and she moaned loudly, the vibrations making his whole body shake. "Jesus...Fucking…Christ…"

He ground the words out and she laughed, feeling the strength he had shown begin to wain. He stumbled backwards slightly and she whimpered, already morning the loss of him. But he fell beside her, pressed his hand to his chest and tried to breathe. She swallowed hard and felt his cum burn down her throat but she had never felt more satisfied. She knew he was still watching her and she adjusted on the bed, turning her face to look at him she couldn't help but giggle, "Hi."

He took a deep breath and laughed back, "Hi."

She fidgeted slightly, still tied in the back, "You good?"

He laughed harder and slowly sat up though his body protested, "You're joking right?"

She felt him pull her body up and she smiled when he began to untie her slowly, "El?"

He massaged her wrists gently and pulled her hands towards the front of her body. He pressed a kiss to each pulse point and then lay her back down on the bed, "God you are the single most intoxicating woman on the planet and I can't believe you're mine."

Trailing her leg up and down his calf she sighed happily, "That was incredible."

"Yeah?" He gave her that infamous Stabler smirk and she nodded, "That was the sexiest thing I've ever done and I will never, ever forget it."

When his lips found her neck again she sighed, "A good memory to have when you're old and gray? A memory about that crazy partner of yours who let you tie her up to the bed and have your way with her?"

He chuckled and sucked on the sensitive spot behind her ear, "Exactly. But I plan on having you right beside me when I'm old and gray so maybe we'll repeat the performance."

She blushed and titled his face up towards hers, "You'll break me."

"Nah." He sighed and kissed her again, "I'll never hurt you Liv. I promise." He kissed her once more and then pulled back nervously, staring at her face, "I mean…I didn't-I wasn't too rough was I? Are you-"

"I'm good." She wrapped herself around him prove a point and held him tighter, "I promise I'm more than good. That was the best sex I've ever had. No pain at all. Just lots and lots of pleasure…"

He felt his cock twitch between them and he groaned, "You really are going to kill me…"

Rolling him over onto the mattress she yanked one of the ties from his hand and smiled, "Nah…I don't want to kill you baby. I'd like to keep you around too."

He was about to ask what she was doing when the lights suddenly came back on, "Hm…"

She frowned and sat up, "I like it better with the lights off…"

He rested his hands behind his head and shrugged, "Okay."

Climbing off the bed she flipped the lights off and checked the candles before sauntering back over to him, "I liked you being in control…"

He smiled as she climbed up over him again, "But let me guess…you still want a little control too?"

She shrugged innocently and let the silk of his tie trail along his chest, "Maybe…"

He glanced over at the can of whipped cream and shrugged, "Well then I'm completely at your mercy Benson…but be gentle."

She squealed with delight and moved to wrap the tie around his eyes, "I'll do my best…"

Control. Control was a funny thing. Especially for the two of them. And yet…that give and take made them both realize that this thing between them was real. Very, very real. And boy had the wait been worth it.

A few hours later, Olivia found herself standing in the kitchen pouring them both a glass of wine. After another round of exploring, teasing and mind blowing release, her body ached but in the best way possible. She'd taken a shower, with him of course, and was still in the bathroom. She stood in only one of his dress shirts, and his tie wrapped playfully around her neck but not secure. Her body hummed at the mere memory of what they had done as she bit down on another strawberry. She'd never eat her favorite fruit the same way again. She laughed to herself wondering how it was possible to be this excited, this happy, this secure in her life. Especially at her age. In fact she'd given up on believing any of this was a possibility a long time ago.

Sighing happily, she topped off his glass just as a text message came in. She was so lost in thought, she reached for the phone assuming it was hers and didn't realize until she read the message that it was in fact his. And suddenly that happy, content, satisfied feeling began to slip away.

If you are with her, you won't be seeing your children anytime soon.

Kathy.

She knew that he had tried to talk to her, knew that he had even seen his older two girls and had a conversation with them last night. He'd assured her time and time again that things were fine that Kathy would be fine. But that message, her words, the threat of losing his children made her heart ache and she felt the first signs of a heartbreak coming. One that she wouldn't be able to survive. She heard him coming out from the bathroom and she quickly put the phone down and tried to pretend that she hadn't seen it.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, "You look good in my shirt Benson."

She held her breath for a moment and whispered, trying to will the tears to not fall, "Yeah?"

He ran his hands through her damp hair and sighed, "Damn good." Reaching around her he picked up one of the wine glasses and took a sip, "Mmm…this is good. Exactly what I needed."

She watched him kiss her again and then walk towards the counter where his phone lay, "You hungry?" She asked.

He picked up the phone in his free hand and scrolled through it, and she knew the minute he had seen the message because his body language changed. He had been relaxed, and suddenly he was tense. His jaw clenched and she watched him shift his weight from foot to foot. His eyes scanned the message again but he didn't move to respond. Placing the phone down again, he took another long swig of his wine but didn't look at her, "El?" Slowly he turned to her and she asked again, "Are you hungry?"

He nodded slowly, absentmindedly, "Yeah." He smirked, trying to hide his tension, "We worked up quite an appetite."

She tried to smile but she knew what was behind those eyes, "Pasta good?"

"Yeah. It's great." He moved towards her and kissed her cheek, "I'll see if there is a movie on to watch."

Just as he moved to walk away from her, her hand shot out to grab his, "El?" His shoulders slumped slightly and she hated how scared she sounded when she spoke again, "Is everything okay?"

She waited, wondering what he would say. But somehow she knew he wasn't going to tell her about the message. Instead, he turned back to her, reached out and trailed his thumb across her jaw, "Of course. I'm here with you. How could it not be?"

She opened her mouth to say something else but he shook his head, kissed her once and her words died on her lips. When he walked away, he grabbed his phone and retreated to the living room leaving her alone. And just like that she knew, things weren't going to be as easy as he had promised her they would be…