Okay…so this was literally thought up so randomly while making my dinner. Why? I don't know. Just proof that my brain is 99% EO thoughts at all times.

Scenario - Season 8. Olivia is back. She's been hooking up with Porter (but regrets it because…he isn't cutting it in bed). Elliot is getting ready for the divorce to be official. One day, Porter comes to the precinct and Olivai and him have a fight…and she says something about their sex life. Elliot is curious…and goes to her apartment to have a conversation. A few to many drinks lead to more talking and questions about the difference between "good sex" and "bad sex" and Olivia makes a joke about it.

Only…he doesn't see it as a joke. But…does he have the guts to do something about it? And what will it mean for their partnership/friendship? Let's find out! Full disclosure, no sex in first chapter, but there will be a lot after. If smut isn't your thing, don't read lol. But it being me…there shall be angst later on. When someone realizes she wants a hell of a lot more than sex.


Elliot was sitting at his desk trying to focus on the file in front of him. But his eyes kept wandering…this wasn't anything new. But lately, since she'd been back, it was harder and harder to keep himself in check. And he meant that literally. She was different after her time in Oregon. More confident, she had a different look, a different attitude. She exuded sex. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was about to be officially divorced and he could think about it…really think about it. About her…but something was different.

He felt different.

There were issues though. For one…they were partners. And since she'd been back they'd been walking a fine line. He'd almost lost her and he knew that. So if he tried to push the limits of their new found friendship, would it put them in more danger. And more than that…did she even think about him that way? There were times he thought so. But now he wasn't sure. And on top of all of that…he had been thinking she was seeing someone. Which…wasn't shocking. Any man would want her. Hell, he'd seen men throw themselves at her time and time and time again and he couldn't pretend it didn't make him crazy.

But he'd been married before…he'd had to be good. But now? Now things were different. So did he have a chance? He knew he had to play this right. She had a wall up. She always did. But when it came to relationships, intimate relationships she was even more of a mystery to him. He was so lost in thought he didn't realize that someone else had walked into the precinct until he heard his boss talking to him.

"Agent Porter." Cragen said walking towards him, "I wasn't expecting to see you. Did you need our assistance with a case?"

Porter pulled at his coat and shook his head, "Uh…hello Captain Cragen. No. I'm not here on business…well not that kind of business anyway."

His eyes turned towards Olivia at her desk and all the men in the room turned to look at Olivia. Oh. Elliot thought. That was who she was sleeping with. Agent Porter. Which meant she was probably sleeping with him in Oregon. And maybe, just maybe now that he was single he still didn't have a fucking shot with her. His heart was pounding as he tried to read her expression. He liked to think he knew her better than anyone, but he was having a hard time reading her right now.

She looked at her coworkers, then at Porter, "Dean…I'm not doing this right now."

He frowned and walked closer to her desk, "Well you aren't returning my phone calls. I didn't have a choice."

"Usually when someone doesn't answer your phone call…" She said, tossing her pen down, "It means they don't have anything left to say to you."

"Well I have things I want to say." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, "So I'd like to talk."

She growled and stood up, "Fine. Fine. We can talk. But not out here." She pointed to the back room, "You have five minutes."

Dean stood up straighter and walked towards the back room and she looked back at her coworkers, "Everything okay Liv?" John asked.

Olivia took off her cardigan and rolled her eyes, "Yes John. Everything is fine." She pointed at them, "And don't you dare follow me. I'm armed."

As she walked away, John looked at Elliot, 'Did you know they were…dating?"

Elliot swallowed the lump in her throat, "Who said they were dating?"

Fin laughed and shook his head, "You're both idiots. They've clearly been sleeping together for a while. That much is obvious."

Elliot's head was spinning, "Wait…did you know about this?"

Fin shrugged, "I'm a Detective who picks things up…I didn't know for sure but now I do." He got up and held out a form for his boss, "You are all just to stupid to notice these things." He looked at his boss, "Can I grab twenty in the cribs?"

Cragen nodded, "Go ahead."

John pointed at his partner, "Hang on partner…looks like the show is about to begin."

Elliot and Fin frowned and followed his gaze to see Olivia storming out of the back room, "Oh my God! This conversation is over. Go back to Oregon Porter. I mean it."

He quickly followed her, "You're serious right now? You're actually serious?"

She laughed and turned back to him, "Yes! I am serious! Go. Back. To. Oregon." She shrugged, "Is that clear enough for you?"

Porter glared at her and walked towards her, "Fine. Do whatever you want Olivia. I should have known better than to start messing around with a woman like you…"

Her mouth hung open and Elliot jumped up, Fin and John hot on his heels, "A woman like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Someone who clearly sleeps around." Porter said and Elliot moved closer, he smirked towards her partner, "How long have you been sleeping with Stabler?"

Elliot was within inches of him and Olivia pressed back on his chest, "I got this El. Trust me." She quickly placed herself between the two of them and she crossed her arms over her chest, "For your information, I've never slept with my partner. And I also don't take every man I meet to bed. I am an independent woman and I make my own choices and that includes who I sleep with. I only actually sleep with men I think are worth my time…once and awhile I get it wrong. And unfortunately…" She eyed him up and down, "I got it very wrong with you."

He snorted and stepped back, "Oh really?"

She nodded slowly, "Yes. And I hate to be the one to break it to you…but since we're being honest…it doesn't happen to every guy. It is a big deal and you should have a talk with your Doctor about it." She stepped all the way up to him and smiled, "And I lied. I was faking it. Every. Fucking. Time."

Dean's face turned red, and Fin and John were cackling in the corner, "Fuck you." Porter growled as he turned and stomped out of the room.

"I wish someone would!" Olivia yelled after him, her hands in the air.

Turning back to her friends, Elliot was standing there, completely shocked and John and Fin were still laughing. Cragen looked uncomfortable and she grimaced, "Sorry Cap…" She grabbed her coat off the back of her chair, "I'm done with my paperwork. I'm going home."

And then she was gone. Cragen walked away and went to his office, John was still laughing and Fin walked up behind Elliot, "So I guess that's over…"

Elliot looked back at his friend, "What the hell just happened?"

Fin shrugged, "If I have to tell you…you really are dumber than I thought." He clapped him on the back, "Come on John. Let's go grab a pizza and let him think this one over…"

John stood up and grabbed his own coat, walking up behind his old friend, "Don't think too long…just my advice. Okay?"

Elliot stood there still in shock and trying to figure out what had happened. And then…he had an idea. He just hoped she didn't shoot him for trying…


Olivia was in her apartment pacing, a beer in hand already half gone. She was pissed. Really pissed. She knew it was a bad move to start hooking up with Porter but he'd shown interest and she hadn't been with anyone in awhile and so it had happened one night after a few too many drinks. And then it happened again, and again and again. And she had told herself it would get better but somehow it only got worse…and the worse the sex got the more she wanted out but it kept happening. And once she finally pulled the plug, he'd shown up at work today and now she felt like a fucking idiot.

She hated that her coworkers had seen that. She liked to keep her private life private. Being the only girl around the squad, she was often very cautious about what she let people see and think of her. She wanted to be strong, confident and bold in their eyes. Wanted to prove herself. But she knew they all had opinions, opinions that Porter had clearly made vocal. Yes she dated around but not every man she went out with was welcome in her bed. She was selective about that. Although every once and awhile she got it wrong. Case in point…Dean Porter.

As a woman though, she would be the first to admit she enjoyed sex. But good sex. And that kind of good sex, the sex that left you weak in the knees was not something she'd had in a long time. And she hated that. Sometimes she wondered if it was because of what she did. She wondered if it intimidated men. Or maybe it held her back out of fear. But whatever it was, she needed sex. Good, sex. The kind of sex that made her walk funny the next day and everyone asked if she was okay.

But that…clearly wasn't going to happen.

With a heavy sigh, she lay back on the couch and rested her head on the arm rest just as she heard a knock on the door. Whimpering, she grabbed a pillow and covered her face, hoping that whoever it was would go away. But they knocked again, and again and by the fourth knock the person made themselves known, "I know you're home Benson. Open up."

Elliot. Her partner Elliot Stabler was here. The last person she needed and wanted to see. God help her. How could this night get any worse. She lay there, still thinking maybe he'd go away, maybe he'd think she was asleep, or in the shower.

And then she was thinking about herself in the shower and Elliot climbing in with her and no! No! She wouldn't go there. She coudln't go there! That was off limits. He was off limits. He'd been off limits for eight years. Although…now he was divorced. It was finalized. Which meant that technically…he was a free man.

Sitting up slowly, her mind began to wander. All those late night dreams she'd woken up from over the years invading her mind. She jumped when his fist started pounding on the door, "Benson! Open the damn door!"

She took a large swig of her beer and walked towards the door, "Go home Elliot."

"She lives." He said with a laugh from the other side of the door, "Open up. I'm not leaving."

She rolled her beer between her hands, "No. Go home Elliot."

"I don't have a home to go to. Remember?" He said and suddenly she felt guilty.

Reaching for the door, she yanked it open without thinking, "El…I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking…I just-" She paused and then frowned, "Wait…where the hell have you been staying then?"

He laughed and leaned against the doorframe, "Liv, I got an apartment a few blocks down weeks ago. I have a place to sleep…" Her face went red and he stuck his foot out between the door frame before she could slam the door in his face, "Got you to open the door though, didn't it?"

She sighed and tried to push him back, "You jerk. You made me feel bad and you knew I'd open the damn door. I hate you."

"No you don't." He said with a little smirk and reached down to grab the beer at his feet, "I brought us some booze but I see you started without me…"

Rolling her eyes, she stepped back and took the last swig of her beer, "Sure did. So keep up or get out."

"Okay then." He popped a beer out of the box and put the rest in the fridge, "Right behind you partner."

She held her hand out, "Where's my second one?"

He took a swig of his first and gave her a look, "Are you sure about that?"

She rolled her eyes and sat back on the couch again, "Don't make me hurt you Stabler…"

He grabbed a beer and laughed as he walked over to her, handing it to her, "Here." She popped off the cap and took a long swig, "Liv…"

She pointed her finger at him, "Don't you judge me too Stabler…I'm not in the mood."

Moving towards the end of the couch, he lifted her feet and then boldly placed them in his lap. She tensed but he kept his arm over her shins, trapping her in place, "I'm not judging you. No one is judging you."

She snorted and picked at the label on the bottle, "Oh I'm sure once I left everyone was talking about me and Porter…you don't have to lie."

"It's not really anyone's business." He said with a shrug, she just stared at him, "You know how it is in the squad room…word travels fast."

She sighed and sat up, pulling her legs from his lap making him frown, "Well I'm tired of it. I know what everyone thinks of me. I didn't need Porter broadcasting that I'm a slut to our coworkers."

"Hey…" The tone of his voice caught her attention and she turned to him, "No one thinks you are a slut. Don't say that about yourself."

She blushed and looked down at the bottle in her hands, "Oh come on…you haven't thought it before? I've seen the judgment on your face when I head out for a date…"

Elliot leaned forward and placed his beer down on the coffee table, "Liv…if I've ever made you feel like I'm judging you. I'm sorry. That's not…that was never my intent. I just…worry about you. That's all."

She smirked and took another long swig, "I'm a big girl El…I don't need you worrying about me. I can take care of myself…I always have."

She moved to stand up and he grabbed her arm, and the feel of his fingers on her bare skin made her gasp, "Doesn't mean you have to forever…"

She looked down at where his fingers were now tracing circles against her pulse point. It felt like her skin was on fire. She swallowed hard, the alcohol clearly going to her head. She hadn't eaten much today and she could feel that familiar sense of making a bad decision. The kind of decision that would end up having her straddle her partner on the couch and fucking him senseless. But no…oh no she couldn't do that. Not only because he was her partner and best friend and they were just trying to fix their fractured friendship…

But also because Elliot Stabler would never. Even if he was now a free man…he wasn't the type to have casual sex. She knew that to be true. He was too good for that. And it would ruin absolutely everything. Slowly, she pulled her hand out of his grasp and held her wrist in her other hand, now rubbing the same spot with her own fingers, "Look El, I appreciate you checking on me. But I'm good…really I'm good. I made a poor choice with Porter…and I'm humiliated. But I'll get over it."

He stared up at her, her cheeks were flushed and he knew she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. It would be easy to drag her down onto the couch right now and have his way with her. And boy did he want too. And as fun as it would be…there were somethings nagging at him in the back of his mind.

For starters…maybe she didn't want that. And he didn't want to ruin their friendship for nothing. But also…he wanted her to be the one that suggested it. Maybe that was selfish of him. But…he did. So that he could know she felt it too.

But the biggest reason…the real reason was what she had said to Porter. What if he couldn't satisfy her? He'd only ever been with Kathy…and sex with Kathy was different than other peoples sex lives. He didn't have to have sex wiht anyone else to know that. And if he embarrassed himself in front of Olivia Benson…he'd never get over it. Of that he was sure.

And then…he had an idea of how to maybe…just maybe get her to agree to sleeping with him while at the same time…helping him make sure he could give her exactly what she wanted. It would be a gamble…he knew that to be true. But…it could also lead to him having everything he'd ever wanted. So…was it worth it?

Staring up at her again, feeling the pull towards her even stronger than before, he knew it would be. OH yes…it would definitely be worth it. He had to ease into this one though…make her think it was her idea. And then, then they'd be able to go from there. So he sat back again and shrugged, "Okay."

She stared at him, wobbling slightly in her place, "Okay? What do you mean okay?"

He shrugged and took a swig of his own beer, "If you say you're fine. Then you're fine." He reached for the remote on the arm of the couch and smiled, "Mind if I turn the game on?"

She shifted in her spot again, her mind buzzing, "What?"

He leaned to the side to turn the TV on, but he was close. Very close and he could hear her breathing hard, "The game…I want to watch the game."

His knee brushed up against her thigh and she stumbled backwards, hitting the coffee table. He reached out before she had a chance to realize what was happening and his large hands were wrapped around her waist. His fingers slipping up under the edge of her black t-shirt. He'd never touched her there and she hated that she wished his hands would keep wandering. Her own hands settled on his forearms as she caught her balance, "I-"

"You okay?" He said with a smile, the kind of smile that told her he was enjoying this way too much.

She swallowed hard and stepped back, "Yeah. I'm fine." She walked around the couch and still stumbled as she reached for her phone, "I need food. Pizza okay?"

"Pizza's good." He said as he watched her out of the corner of his eye, "You know what I like."

But his voice was low and sensual when he said it and she had to turn away, "Uh huh."

And he smiled to himself, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Oh yes…this was going in his favor already. But just how far could he push it?


Two hours later, they were full on Pizza and still drinking. She wasn't drunk by any means, but she was feeling it. She had that warm tingly feeling all throughout her body, the kind that made her a little bolder, a little less hesitant, especially around her partner. She tried to keep it in check but tonight either it didn't matter or she didn't care. Either way, she was resting back against the couch, not caring about the game on the TV. Her feet were once again perched in his lap and he was massaging her calves at the moment while his attention was focussed on the TV.

"Oh come on!" He yelled pointing his beer at the screen, "Did you see that? How did the ref not see that? That was a foul! Jesus…"

She startled slightly because she'd been so focussed on the feel of his hands on her again but she couldn't help but laugh, "It's just a game El…"

Elliot huffed and took another swig of his beer before placing the bottle down and moving his hands back toward her legs, "Just a game…yeah. I know."

His thumbs pressed harder into a particularly tender spot and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from making a sound. The kind of sound that would signal she was enjoying this way too much and wondering what his hands would feel like on other parts of her body. Lifting herself up on her elbows, she leaned up and watched him carefully, "You seem tense…"

He looked over at her quickly and laughed "Me? You're the one that's tense…I can feel it."

He pressed harder and she gasped, "El…"

He looked back at her and frowned, "Sorry…too hard?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat and shook her head slowly, "N-no…" His cheeks flushed and he looked back at the TV, his hands going back to their work, "I just…I feel like you're thinking about something." He didn't answer and she sat up a little more, "Stuff…with-with Kathy?" He froze again, his hand wrapped around her ankle and she frowned, "You don't have to tell me…I know it's hard. But I hope you know that I"m here if you do need to talk about it."

Turning his head slowly he smiled, "I know Liv. I know…" His hand began to move again and he saw the way she inhaled sharply, "But no. I can assure you I wasn't thinking about Kathy…" His hand moved higher and he smiled, "That ship has sailed…and I'm ready to move on."

Her eyes fluttered down to watch his fingers as they moved up higher on her leg, "Well…that's good El. That's really g-" His fingers trailed along the underside of her knee under her baggy sweatpants and she whimpered the last word, "good."

He smiled and moved his hand back down, "I was actually thinking about something you said to Porter…"

He wasn't surprised to see her trying to pull away but he held on tight, "El I really don't want to talk about him."

"I don't want to hear about…well I guess I'm…" He shifted slightly so he was facing her and shrugged, "What did you mean?"

Raising her eyebrow she leaned her elbows against her knees and shrugged, "About what?"

His hands slid lower and rested on the tops of her feet, they were close. Very close, he could practically feel her breath on his face, "The thing you said…about it doesn't happen to every guy. It is a big deal…"

"Oh." She laughed and reached for her beer, "That…"

"Yes that…" He said with a smile as he watched her wrap her hand around the neck of the bottle and his mind wandered to somewhere else he'd like her to wrap her hand around, "You also said you faked it…" She snorted again and he frowned, "Did you mean that or were you just saying it to hurt him?"

She sighed and took another long pull from her drink and then placed it down on the table, "Oh I meant it…and it was all true." Adjusting the pillow behind her neck, she saw that he was just watching her intently and she rolled her eyes, "Elliot, why does it matter?"

"I'm just curious…" He said with a laugh, "I mean I've only ever been with Kathy. I don't have a lot of experience here…and as a guy who is gonna be out there in the dating pool again I want to know." He saw a shadow pass over her face when he mentioned dating and he took that as a good sign, his fingers started moving again, "Do women fake it a lot?"

She shifted her right foot until it rested in his lap again and he leaned back against the couch cushions, "I can't speak for all women. But they do…at least my friends fake it at times. A lot? I don't know. I guess it depends…" He gave her a strange look and she smiled, "On if your partner knows what they are doing or not…"

He huffed and reached for her right foot to start massaging it again, "Why fake it though? Why not just tell them what they're doing wrong?"

She rolled her eyes, "Because as much as they try to deny it…men are fragile beings. And telling them they aren't good in bed is pretty much the biggest blow you can deal them. You saw Porter's reaction today…how would I have said that while we were fooling around?"

He nodded slowly, "Okay…Okay I guess I can understand that."

Her hand was resting against her abdomen and she was absentmindedly rubbing the tiny portion of skin peeking out from under her shirt. She saw his eyes dart down to it and she smiled, "Why, are you worried that Kathy faked it?"

His eyes shot up to hers and he stumbled, "What? No. I wasn't even thinking that I was just-"

"Okay." She put her hand out to stop him, "Clam down. See? This is why women don't bring it up."

He sighed and leaned his head back against the back of the couch, his hands going back to work again, "Yeah. I guess you're right…"

She sighed and leaned back again, "I'm sure that you knew what you were doing El." He turned to her and she shrugged, "I mean you had four kids. So you two did it at least three times and it worked…right?"

He laughed and tickled her calf, "Really? You're making fun of me right now? You think we only had sex three times?"

She gasped and sat up, pushing at his hands, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I'm sure it was more like five…good for you!"

He moved quickly, caging her in, his fingers moving from her calf higher up her legs until they rested at her sides, tickling her ferociously, "You are cruel!"

She fell back against the couch again, with him hovering over her and she was laughing hysterically, tears streaming down her face, "Stop! El! Stop! I can't take it!"

He continued to tickle her and he smiled proudly down at her, "Not until you apologize partner."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She said with a little laugh as his hands slowed, "I'm sure the one time a year you did it…it was wonderful."

He groaned and fell back to his side of the couch, "I hate you."

She laughed and reached for her beer, pulling her shirt down, "No…you don't."

He smiled and pulled her feet up into his lap again, not wanting to let her go, "No. I don't…"

They sat in silence for a few minutes, both thinking similar thoughts but not wanting to share them. Once a commercial came on, Elliot looked over at her and saw a far away look on her face once more, "Okay so you faked it…" She looked back at him, "But what about the other stuff? The stuff you said to Porter…"

She smirked and tugged on the fringe of one of the pillows behind her, "Oh…that." He just stared at her and she shrugged, "Porter…didn't uh…didn't last very long. Not very long at all." She smirked, "If you get my drift…and sometimes it was so quick I wouldn't realize we had even begun."

Elliot's mouth hung open and he started to laugh loudly, "You're kidding…"

"Wish I wasn't." She said with a sigh, "I thought he was just nervous at first…but then it kept happening again and again and…then I realized it wasn't a fluke."

Elliot's head fell back and he laughed even louder, "This is the greatest news I've heard in months. Years maybe. The tall prick is terrible in bed!"

She smiled and shook her head, "Glad I could make your day El…" He continued to laugh and she groaned, "I'll tell you though…there is nothing worse than bad sex. Nothing."

He wiped at the tears in the corner of his eye and shrugged, "What justifies good vs bad sex?"

Leaning forward she grabbed her beer again and now it was her turn to laugh, "El…if you have to ask…I hate to break it to you but you aren't having good sex."

He frowned and watched her take another sip, "So what do you classify as good sex?"

She sighed and nudged him with her foot, signaling him to keep massaging her leg, "Well…to be fair there is bad sex, good sex and great sex." She smiled as he continued to stare at her, "Bad sex is when…neither party or only one party gets off." She shrugged, "Good sex is when you both get exactly what you needed and are satisfied. But great sex…" Her cheeks flushed and she fell back again on the couch, "Great sex is when your partner is so intuned to your needs…you're so intuned to each other that the rest of the world melts away. It's just the two of you…and the only thing that you feel, see, and know is each other. The kind of pleasure that makes you weak, that makes all your inhibitions go away and you can't get enough of each other. The kind of sex when a man makes his partner come again and again until she's spent…to the point where she can barely speak, barely move because he's blown her mind literally. That…that is great sex."

When she looked back at him, she saw that he was completely frozen. He was staring at her, really staring at her, his eyes were dark. A color she'd never seen before. Such a deep blue she felt like she could drown in them like the vast ocean. He was breathing heavily, and he looked tense, his skin flushed and suddenly she felt she'd gone too far. Shifting in her seat, she pulled her feet from his lap and he didn't seem able to stop her or move at all. She stood up and reached for the empty beer bottles in front of them.

"Anyway…" The bottles clinked in her hands as she walked to the door, "It's late…we should-"

"Yeah…I definitely haven't been having great sex." He muttered from his spot on the couch.

She stumbled forward, her hip bumping into the counter and she crushed, "Shit. I-I uh…oh." Turning back to him she dropped the bottles in the sink and smiled sadly, "Sorry to hear that…"

"I mean…" He stood up and walked towards her, "I got off…and I think she did too. At least I hope she did. But she wasn't…" He was rambling now and he knew it, "She was always…and she'd never let me…" His hands were making gestures and her head was spinning, "ANytime I tried something new she'd freak and we'd just sort of…resort back to what we knew."

She snorted, "Figured." He shot her a look and she stood up straighter, "I…didn't mean-"

He smiled and leaned against the counter, "Go on. Say it..say what you were going to say."

She shook her head, "No. El…it's not important."

"No. I want to hear it." He said with a smile, knowing he was getting closer to his goal here, "Say it. You think my sex life was boring with Kathy."

She put her hands up in defeat, "It's really none of my business. And now that you're divorced…does it really matter?" He continued to stare at her and she frowned, "Okay yes…fine. I always thought your sex life would be a little…how do I put this?" She sighed and pulled herself up on the counter, "Vanilla? Yeah…that's the right word. Vanilla. No spice…nothing exciting. Predictable and calculated."

"Geez." He said with a nervous sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Don't hold back Benson."

She blushed and kicked him, "You told me to say it!"

"I did." He said with a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest, "And I'm only getting defensive because…"

When he didn't respond she frowned, "Because you still love her."

"No." His response caught her off guard and he knew it, but what he said next shook her to her core, "Because you are right. Our sex life was very…vanilla."

She smiled sympathetically and sighed, "Well…sorry about that El. But…hey-" She nudged him again and shrugged, "Now's your chance to live a little. Go out and explore." She pointed at him, "Responsibly and respectfully of course but explore nonetheless."

"Of course." He said with a smile, "I may want to explore but I'll never forget my morals. I'd never force a woman into anything she didn't want to do."

"No. You wouldn't." She said with a smile, "And that's one of the things I love about you."

She clearly didn't notice what she had said but he did, and he saw her hop down from the counter, "Liv-"

"Just…take your time." She said moving around the kitchen, "Find the right person. And explain ya know…your situation. I'm sure she'd be willing to help you out. Teach you what she liked…show you a few things. I mean you're a good looking man."

He cleared his throat and shrugged, "I'm glad you think so."

She shot him a look as she tossed something in the trash, "Don't let it go to your head." She sighed and moved to wash her hands, "Well…this will be good for you El. You'll learn a lot. Figure out what you want in a partner."

He nodded in agreement, "I'd need it to be someone I could trust of course…"

She turned back to him and reached for a towel, "Of course. That would be important. You should feel safe with someone if you're gonna explore different things."

"And I'd have to be attracted to them. Really attracted to them." He said pointing at her.

"That's a good start." She said with a smile, "Sex without attraction…doesn't lead to good sex. Or great sex." She said with a laugh, "And we want you to experience great sex." She sighed and walked back towards the living room laughing to herself as she whispered, "Man…the things I could teach you."

She didn't hear what she had said at first, until he responded and then she wanted to die, "Okay. So teach me."

She stopped walking and took a few steadying breaths before she turned back to him, "What?"

Pushing himself off the counter, he walked closer to her until he was just a foot away from her, "I said…teach me."

Her mouth hung open and she pressed a hand to her chest, "You can't be serious."

"You're the one that suggested it first." He said with a laugh.

She stepped back and he followed her, "I was joking! I didn't even mean to say it outloud!"

Elliot continued to follow her, "But you did say it out loud…and I happen to think it's a great suggestion."

"Have you completely lost it?" She said with a nervous laugh, "Elliot…we're partners. We work together!"

"Do we?" He said sarcastically, "I had no idea." She rolled his eyes and he continued to follow her around the apartment as she paced, "But because of that…that makes you someone I trust. Something you said was very important. In fact I trust you more than anyone in this world."

"I-" Her head was spinning and she pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose, "Elliot…yes I did say that but I didn't mean me. I was just-"

"You also said I had to be attracted to the person." He cut her off, and this time was standing so close, her chest was pressed up against his, "And I am. I am very attracted to you."

Licking her lips, she felt her breasts push against him with every breath she took, "Elliot…"

"So show me…show me what great sex is like." He reached out and pushed back her bangs, "Teach me a thing or two…so I'll be ready. You're the only one I'd trust with this Liv…I mean that."

She stepped back but he grabbed her wrist, "Elliot, this is insane. It's not happening. It's time for you to go home now."

He laughed because he could see how nervous he was making her, but also how intrigued she was, "No. I want to talk about this."

"What's there to talk about?" She asked, "It's never going to happen. Never."

"What's the worst thing that could happen?" He asked with a laugh, "I make a complete fool of myself and you have material to make fun of me with for the rest of my life? You don't lose here. I do."

She rolled her eyes, "Sure I do. I lose my dignity.

"No you don't." He said with a smile, "Come on Liv…it could be fun." She didn't respond and he took that as a good sign, "So…how do we do this? Do we schedule our first time? We don't have to work tomorrow. So does that work for you?

"What?" She snorted, "Schedule-" She laughed some more and then saw the look on his face and she sobered up quickly, "Oh my God. You're serious." She gasped and pressed her fingers to her lips, "Oh my God…Kathy made you-I mean you had to schedule-"

His face flushed and he shrugged, "She preferred it that way…so she could be prepared, she said."

"Jesus." She covered her mouth with her hand and sighed, "You really do need help…"

He grumbled and then shrugged, "So help me…"

She sighed and reached for his coat that was hanging on the back of the couch, "No. It's never going to happen. But I will give you some advice…"

He felt her pushing him back towards the door, "Liv…"

"You don't schedule sex." She said with a smile, "At least not great sex. Great sex is when you want someone so badly you can't stop yourself so you grab them, pin them against the wall and kiss them so passionately their knees go weak and you tell them how badly you want them. What you want to do to them…" She reached for the door, "All the things you want to do. Every last one of them. And then they're so turned on they can't say no…that's what leads to great sex. Not marking it in a calendar. Okay?"

He pushed his hand against the door, "Liv-"

"Now, I'm going to bed. And so should you." She tossed him his keys, "Goodnight Elliot. And don't you dare bother calling. Tomorrow is my day off and I plan on doing absolutely nothing. Goodnight."

She slammed the door in his face, leaning against it thinking she had just dodged a bullet. She was more than sure that once he had some sleep and sobered up a bit, he'd realize how crazy his plan sounded. And he'd either apologize or hopefully for both of their sake…he'd never mention it again and they could go on with their lives. With a heavy sigh, she locked the door and walked towards her bedroom wishing she wouldn't spend the night dreaming of her partner.

Little did she know…he wasn't giving up that easily.


The next afternoon was a lazy one. It was storming out and she made good on her promise to Elliot. She wasn't leaving the apartment if she could help it. She'd slept in, a luxury for her. Ordered take out from her favorite bagel place and taken a long luxurious bath. More than once she had to stop herself from thinking about her partner and touching herself, oh no she wasn't going to allow herself to do that.

She was currently standing in her bedroom looking for something when she heard a knock on the door. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she looked herself over. Her hair had dried on it's own, and was slightly curly. She had a pair of skin tight black leggings on and a white t-shirt with no bra underneath. She should probably do something about that, but the person knocking was pretty instant so she walked towards the door expecting to see one of her neighbors locked out.

"I'm coming. I'm coming." She grumbled.

As the door opened, all the breath in her lungs seemed to disappear. There stood Elliot, soaking wet from the storm outside, a determined look on his face. Before she had a second to think of something to say, he had pushed his way into her apartment and had her pressed against the wall. His lips were on hers, kissing her in a way she'd never quite been kissed before. The kind of kiss that indeed make her knees weak and she was glad his hands were on her waist, because she was sure she was about to fall over.

The little whimper that escaped her lips, and the way she gripped his soaking shirt and pulled him closer startled her. When he finally pulled away, she had to blink a few times to try and figure out where the hell she was and what was going on, "El…what-"

"I have been up all damn night thinking about you." He bit down hard on his lip and looked down at her, her breasts straining against her white shirt and he smiled, "And I came here to tell you that I want to fuck you Olivia Benson. I want to fuck you until you can't walk…until you tell me you can't take anymore. I want to feel, taste and see every inch of you that I've been dreaming about for years. And then I want to do it again, and again until I have it all committed to memory."

Her hand flattened against the wall behind her and she took a deep breath, "Wow…you learn fast don't you…"

He smirked and pulled at his jacket, "I have a good teacher…" He gave her a challenging look and then he reached out to trace the skin along her collarbone and down to the dip at her chest, "At least I hope I do…"

There were so many reasons she should say no. So many fucking reasons. But right now, she wanted this. God help her, she wanted this. She wanted him. It was just sex. That's all it would be, at least that's what she told herself. She could still have her partner, hopefully have some of that great sex she'd been longing for and help him out all at the same time. This was fine. Everything was going to be fine. Right?

Her hand moved out to trail down his chest and she quickly stepped to the side, "So lesson one…you passed."

He smiled at her as he turned to follow her into the apartment, "I always tried to be the best student I could be…"

She laughed and pointed towards her room, "Good to know." He hesitated for a moment and she smiled, "You chickening out on me now Stabler?"

He shook his head and walked towards her bedroom, already pulling at his shirt, "Nope. I'm ready and willing to learn."

She laughed and followed him thinking this was either going to be the best decision she ever made, or the worst. "Good boy…"

TBC