Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order: SVU. It belongs to a genius named Dick Wolf. No profit is being made from this story.

Author's Note: Sorry kids…..had to change the rating. I'm not a smut slut, but I do graze the waters a little. So if you're not old enough to know what "smut" is….or you just don't like it, skip the first few sections. There will be a note letting you know when it is safe to come back in.

Elliot was taken by surprise when Ally suddenly pushed him, making him stumble back against the doors of the elevator they were in. She planted her hands on his chest and pressed him into the metal, kissing him deeply.

His breathing became erratic and harsh, his lungs begging for air while at the same time his body was begging for release. One hand came up to her breasts and slipped inside the v-shaped slit while she had his mouth occupied.

One hand cupped her silky breast while the other wrapped around her waist. She gasped out loud when she felt his finger rubbing over her nipple, teasing it into hardness, and whimpered into his mouth.

The car stopped moving and the doors opened, causing Ally to suddenly pitch forward as Elliot flew backward from being up against them. She gasped and quickly grabbed his arms. He managed to stop his momentum in time to avoid falling. He burst out laughing and she did too. Once they started, neither of them could stop.

Ally grabbed him and began devouring his mouth again, holding onto his waist as he stumbled backwards, propelling them down the hall. They were giggling like a couple of drunks.

He slammed up against the door to his room and she pressed him up against it, her hands swiftly starting to unbuckle his belt. He fumbled for his key, pushing his tongue further into her mouth.

A frustrated growl rumbled in his throat. He gripped her arms, pushing her gently back as he sucked in gulps of air. Her face was flushed and his lips were glistening. He grinned, his eyes sparkling.

"Key," he gasped out, fumbling into his pocket again. "Let me get the key."

Elliot jerked the key quickly into the slot and yanked, busting the door open loudly. In one swift move, he pulled her inside and shut it after them.

Jesse's lips curled in disgust as he watched from his half-opened door two rooms away.

SMUT SCENE IS NOW STARTING…IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ, CONTINUE DOWN UNTIL YOU SEE THE ENDING NOTE

She grabbed onto his waist when the door shut, swinging him back to face her, and hastily clawed at the belt again. She growled in eager anticipation as she tossed it to the ground and started unbuttoning his pants.

Elliot chuckled, grabbing her hand. He pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her gently to sit on the bed. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his wallet and thumbed through it. Slipping his hand into a small fold, he pulled out the small cellophane package and tossed the wallet on the nightstand.

Ally moaned impatiently. He grinned, quickly ripping open the small package.

Once it was in place, he came up to the bed and started to straddle her legs, leaning down with a grin to kiss her. He was startled when she scooted out of his reach and sat up, stopping him with her hands on his chest.

She saw the confusion on his face as she sat upright. Ally quickly scooted back to the edge of the bed, with her knees between his legs, and reached up to cradle his face. She began stroking over his cheeks, grazing over his lips and jaw line. His eyes closed serenely as he enjoyed the sensation.

"Please," she said softly, gazing up into his eyes. "You were so wonderful to me tonight, Elliot." Her eyes seemed to glaze over. Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper. "Let me treat you now."

A grin appeared on his face as he dropped his arms, his eyes twinkling. She returned the grin, making his heart start to pump in anticipation. He backed away slowly.

"Alright," he said, in a teasing voice. "Your treat."

She smiled, getting up and coming to him. Stretching up on her toes, she grazed his lips for a minute, letting him taste her briefly. He felt her grab both of his hands in hers and pull him toward the bed.

She climbed up on top and crawled toward the other end of the massive comforter, reaching her hand out to him. He obediently placed his hand in hers and climbed after her.

"Lie down," she said softly, crawling around until she was on the other side of him.

Elliot dropped onto his back. Ally scooted forward and straddled his knees, slowly making her way up to sit on his thighs. She made sure not to press her weight down so as not to hurt him.

"Okay?" she checked, just to be sure.

He nodded, raising his eyebrows in amusement. Ally smiled wickedly, eagerly preparing to wipe that smirk off his face.

Almost with the grace of a dancer, she slowly stretched her body forward to drape across him. Her hands came down to rest below his belly button and then began trailing downward.

His breath hitched when he felt her nails lightly scraping across his pelvis. Intense pleasure rippled through him, causing a low moan to build involuntarily deep in his throat. She heard it and grinned, not looking up from her task.

She felt him begin to squirm with the sensations and continued to draw out the pleasure. She began slowly rubbing across his scrotum, gently digging her fingers in and kneading the tender flesh in between each of his legs.

Elliot moaned suddenly, his body arching upward. He growled out loud in ecstasy, totally blindsided by the rush he was currently feeling. It was a delicious new sensation that he had never experienced before.

His moans of pleasure could no longer be held in. Ally kept it up until she felt his hips start to quiver and then continued toward her destination.

"Ally," he ground out through clenched teeth, feeling her run her fingers down the length of his manhood. He moaned again, unable to get any other words out.

She grinned wickedly at his reaction. She trailed down to the very tip and he arched up again.

"Patience," she purred. "Good things come to those who wait."

His teeth clenched as she rose up delicately, pressing her hands into his chest. Her head came up to stare right into his eyes as she hovered over him, unmoving. He was rigid with anticipation, his eyes gleaming.

Ally remained still, teasing him. He growled angrily, making her laugh. She leaned her head down to inch next to his face.

"How am I doing so far?" she panted with a grin, her own body quivering with anticipation.

He rose up desperately, trying to enter her, but she kept him pressed against the bed. The look of despair in his eyes made her laugh again.

He had never been at a woman's mercy this way, and it was making him crazy. His body was quivering now. He was going to break into a million pieces if she kept this up.

"You deserve the best," she whispered, the tone of her voice sending the hair on his arms toward the ceiling. "Let me treat you right, Elliot."

Slowly dropping her head, she kissed him deeply at the same time that she lowered herself.

He cried out loudly with the unexpected explosion of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling him shaking hard with the sensations, and concentrated on giving herself to him.

SMUT SCENE IS NOW FINISHED…IT'S SAFE TO UNCOVER YOUR EYES AND CONTINUE

Ally rolled to the side and he collapsed against the pillows, gasping for air. She panted, propping herself up on one elbow, and leaned toward him with a satisfied smile.

His eyes were closed as he remained limp against the mattress. His entire body felt like jelly.

She stroked a finger lazily over his cheek. After a minute, he turned his head toward her. He was so spent that he couldn't even lift it. She leaned down and he kissed her passionately.

"That was…" he panted, between kisses. He could hardly draw enough air to get the words out. "That was incredible."

She smiled. "Glad to hear it," she murmured, stroking his cheek again. She looked into his eyes, watching him gaze at her. "You deserve so much more, Elliot….I hope this did a little justice."

He smiled lazily, plopping his head back against the pillows again, and reached for her. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her forward to rest against his chest, and he kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, Ally," he whispered.

She smiled, rising up again. "Don't thank me yet," she said, sliding away from him. "The treat isn't over."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't know if he could take any more at the moment.

She saw the look in his eyes and grinned softly. "You'll like it, I promise," she assured. She got up on her knees beside him. "Roll over."

He could hardly move. Somehow, he was able to maneuver himself a little ways and rolled onto his belly. He felt Ally move from beside him.

He felt her lift up his left foot and begin massaging it in her hand. A low groan of pleasure rumbled in his throat, and he eagerly stretched out his legs.

She chuckled. "You know, Prince does the same thing when I scratch his back," she teased.

"I think I understand why now," he mumbled into the pillow, moaning in pleasure again. The simple touch was euphoric to his tired muscles.

She tickled his toes lightly, grinning when he jerked away, and gently laid his foot back against the bed. Picking up his right foot, she gave it the same attention.

After a few minutes, she traveled up his leg a little ways and began massaging his calves. A new pleasant sensation shot through him and the process was repeated.

Ally slowly worked her way up his body, tenderly rubbing and kneading every square inch and working out every knot she felt. He had never been massaged in some areas before, and the pleasure it made him feel was a welcome treat. He continued moaning and whimpering occasionally in approval and gratitude.

After about a half-hour, she had made her way to his back. She paid special attention to those muscles, pressing her fingers harder into the areas she knew were always tense. His loud moan told her it was working.

She went up to his shoulders and neck, gently rolling and popping the joints. Her hands were gentle and loving as she worked.

Her hands caressed his face and began rubbing his temples, reaching up under him gently to stroke over his eyebrows.

When she took her hands away, she heard soft, shallow breathing. Peeking down at him, she saw that he was fast asleep.

Ally giggled. Her goal had been to relax him….obviously she had succeeded. Crawling under the covers, she cuddled up next to him and fell asleep too.

A soft tickling on her cheek made her swat incoherently in her sleep and mumble. Elliot grinned and leaned in again, lightly stroking her cheek once more.

Her eyes opened and stared sleepily up into his face. He smiled lazily, propping himself on one elbow and gazing down at her.

"Hi," he said.

She stretched, smiling. "Hi," she murmured, snuggling against him. She blinked sleepily in the stream of light filtering through the curtains. "What time is it?"

Elliot rolled over to glance at the clock. "Almost 10:15," he replied.

Ally shot up suddenly, almost slamming her head into the headboard. "What?" she cried, panicked. "Elliot!" She began struggling out from under the covers. "I'm late for work!"

He chuckled and grabbed her arm. "Hey, relax," he said. "I called your work at 9:30….I told April you were sick."

She relaxed at his words, but then quickly flushed. Out of all the people in the library, he had to get April….Ally knew that there would be a million excited messages waiting on her answering machine when she went home.

He drew her close once she relaxed against him again and stroked her hair. She pressed her face into his chest and inhaled his scent. It was a blend of sweat, soap, and a hint of last night's cologne- purely masculine and uniquely his. She sighed blissfully.

Elliot shifted slightly and leaned down, kissing her softly. His lips trailed over her face and over her mouth, gentle and sweet.

"I want you, Ally," he whispered into her mouth. He shifted himself again so that he could gain access to her. "Please let me."

She stretched her body over toward him, continuing to kiss him, and nodded.

He was reaching for the nightstand when she suddenly gasped loudly. The sound made him whip back around in alarm.

"What?" he asked, startled when she jerked quickly away from him. "What's the matter?"

Her face puckered as she slid away from him and he saw tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh my God," she moaned. A sob escaped as she hurriedly slid off of the bed. "Oh my God!" She ran toward the bathroom, and he heard the door shut quickly.

Elliot slid up to the headboard, kicking at the massive mound of blankets pinning him. He was shocked, stunned, and mortified. What the hell had just happened? Had he hurt her last night?

"Ally?" he called in confusion, sliding his feet to the floor. He hurried around the bed. "What-?"

As he came around to the other side, he saw blood on the sheets where she had been laying. He flushed, knowing then exactly what the problem was.

Ally stumbled inside the bathroom and closed the door, collapsing on the floor against the tub. She sobbed so hard that she shook.

After listening to her sobbing for a minute, Elliot hovered close to the door and knocked. "Ally?" he said softly. More sobs was his only reply.

Taking a deep breath, he quietly opened the door. The sight of her crumbled against the bathtub broke his heart.

"Ally," he said.

"Don't," she sobbed, her arms tightly wrapped around her body. She could barely get the words out. "Don't look at me, Elliot. Please get out."

He inched closer to her. "Ally," he said carefully, fervently praying that he wouldn't trip over his tongue for once in his life. "Honey…" He trailed off awkwardly, making her sob again.

Wincing, he came closer, almost at her side. "I lived with four women, Ally," he said softly. "Three of who have gone through or are going through puberty. Trust me, I've seen it before."

He wryly thought back to when Kathleen had her first period at 14. Kathy and the other three had gone to the mall, and it was just the two of them at the house when it happened. They had been at the dining room table eating takeout, and Kat had been so mortified that she had locked herself in the bathroom until the others came home.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was being in awkward situations. Having two teenaged daughters at one time pretty much guaranteed that there was never a shortage of them. He had learned quite fast that no man was ever equipped with a battle plan for female hormones.

He tried to pull her into a hug, but she wrenched away. Wisely, he backed off and stood up.

"Do you want me to…..get you something?" he finally asked awkwardly. "I can call Theresa or Vanessa."

Ally managed to shake her head no through her sobs. She didn't seem to be calming down.

"Sweetheart, please don't be embarrassed," he said, aware that he was nearly pleading with her now. "I promise this isn't a big deal."

His words sliced through her already punctured heart. She raised a hand and wiped shakily at her face, more tears falling almost as soon as she brushed them away.

She had to tell him. She had no choice anymore.

The look on his face just made it worse. He looked so upset, and she knew he was just waiting to scoop her into his arms and tell her it was alright.

"No….Elliot," she managed to say, sniffling. A sob came out. "It's….it's not that."

He was at her side immediately, thankful that she was speaking to him at least, but didn't try to touch her. "Did I hurt you last night, Ally?" He sounded scared at the thought.

Her eyes slammed closed at the worry in his voice. God, give me strength. She started to sob again, unable to help it. "No," she said. "No, Elliot…it's nothing you did. God, it's not you at all."

Reaching out then, he rubbed her arm tenderly. His voice was soothing. "Then what is it?"

Swallowing hard, she raised her head to look at him and immediately regretted it when she saw the tenderness in his beautiful eyes. She broke down into sobs again, shaking her head.

Gasping in a breath, she finally forced herself to speak. She couldn't look him in the eye.

"Elliot," she said in a painful voice. She gasped in another breath as her heart slowly broke. "I have AIDS."

The entire world stopped at that moment. Tears began flowing again as she watched his face change from shocked to hurt to scared all in a span of about four seconds.

Elliot was frozen. He was dreaming. Any second now, he was going to wake up and find her snuggled next to him.

She realized it had suddenly hit him when she saw his hands start to shake. His eyes widened and he began breathing rapidly, shaking his head.

"No," he said, letting out a panicked chuckle. "That's not funny, Ally." His face turned angry, his voice frightened. "That's not funny."

She lowered her head in shame, making his throat close in panic. This couldn't be happening…this couldn't be happening.

Her heart broke when she saw the tears in his eyes. He looked at her in disbelief and shock, his mouth opening and closing a few times with no sound coming out.

Ally looked at him desperately, but still he didn't speak. The silence became unbearable and she couldn't take it.

"Say something," she whispered pleadingly. "Please say something."

He swallowed hard, once again opening and closing his mouth. He was becoming blinded by the tears swimming in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Clenching his teeth, he felt a familiar emotion welling up in his chest- anger.

Strangely enough, it was comforting. It had been such a constant presence in his life after the divorce that he had grown to accept, and sometimes even anticipate, the feeling. He tended to indulge in it when he was feeling helpless, as it helped him gain back some sense of dignity rather than if he were to just let himself wallow.

She watched the look in his eyes change to resemble the one he'd had when she had confronted him about his wedding ring. It had startled her then, and it startled her now, but it also made her hang her head. He had every right to be angry at her.

His chest began quivering, and he wasn't sure it was from anger or the tears that wanted so badly to break free. His shaking hands curled up into tight fists at his sides, making his knuckles turn white. He kept them balled at his sides as he inhaled and exhaled loudly, trying to control himself.

Ally looked at him in shame, but kept silent. His once vibrant blue eyes were now glaring at her, piercing her heart harder than an iron stake.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked evenly at last, his voice tight.

She couldn't speak for as much as she wanted to. Her body heaved with guilt-ridden sobs, her eyes sliding closed.

"What was this, Ally?" he burst out when she didn't speak. His voice shook with anger and tears. "Some….some kind of… fling for you to tell your friends about?" His voice was biting and stung like he had slapped her. Her continuing silence fueled his anger even more, and his voice rose until he was shouting at her. "Or was it just a surprise for me to find out when I got home?"

Her arms wrapped around her middle as she shook, crying so hard now that she could hardly draw a breath.

His chin began to tremble then. He started to become blinded by the tears that he knew where on the brink of being released. Glaring at her tearfully, he got to his feet and strode wordlessly out of the bathroom. After a minute, she heard the front door slam shut.

She burst into loud sobs the moment she heard silence, slumping to the floor of the bathroom.

Tears dripped down his face as he strode down the hallway. Not wanting to risk being seen by anyone, he passed the elevator and headed for the stairs.

He burst out of the stairwell into the night air, sobs escaping into the vast open air. He started running blindly, not knowing or caring where he was going.