A/N: HOORAY! My first reviews! This chapter is a little fluff, but I have some definite plans for these characters. Enjoy!

A cold wind greeted the two as they shuffled down the street in silence. No words were necessary as he pulled her closer to stay warm. As they neared his building, Elliot's mind raced with a million thoughts. Would she suddenly bolt and run away? Maybe this is all wrong. Neither of us is thinking straight. What about Olivia? He angered himself by thinking about her. Fumbling with his keys, he opened the door to his building and ushered Elizabeth in. They walked up the stairs slowly, still in silence. As they started into his apartment, he noticed her hesitation.

"I probably shouldn't be here," she said in a hushed whisper.

Elliot wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed. He couldn't stop thinking of Olivia, and he was sure Elizabeth was thinking of her boyfriend. There was one difference though; he and Olivia didn't have that relationship. That was off-limits, so why was he worried about her feelings?

"We don't have to…" his words drifted off, "how 'bout some coffee?" Without waiting for her answer, he stumbled into the kitchen.

"Have you ever been in love and still lonely at the same time?"

Her question echoed his thoughts. He had been alone for so long. Even before his divorce, he had felt it. And now, with everything that had happened with Olivia, he had never felt so alone. He turned to face Elizabeth, who had followed him into the kitchen. He couldn't imagine any man walking away from her and leaving her lonely. He stepped closer and gently kissed her. He was taken back by the warmth of her skin. She returned the kiss and whatever doubts they had were completely washed away by the flood of electricity that swept them away.

The ringing of the phone jarred him awake. His head pounded with the effects of last night's alcohol. He reached for the phone just as it stopped. He silently cursed whoever had called when he realized he wasn't alone in his bed. It took about five seconds for last night's reality to hit him. The bar, the drinks, and her. What is her name? Did she tell me, or did I forget? Then he remembered what had taken place in his apartment, and in his bed. It had been over twenty years since Elliot had been with another woman. Even in his last few years of marriage, during the time when he and Kathy had grown apart, he never strayed. This woman who lay sleeping beside him had brought out feelings in him he had long forgotten. It was exciting and new. He had a slight grin on his face when she turned over and looked at him.

"Is it morning?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's 'bout 6:30"

"What are you grinning about?" she asked as she eyed him quizzically.

"Just about how good I feel right now even though I've less than 2 hours sleep." He nestled back into the covers and wrapped his arms around her.

"Me, too."

She had just started to doze off when he quietly asked her name.

"Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth," he whispered as he sprinkled kisses on her shoulders, "a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

She let out a long sigh as Elliot traced a line from her neck to her shoulder and back with his tongue. She turned slightly to meet his mouth with hers, and held him for a long kiss. His hands massaged her slowly, his fingers sliding down to find her on fire for him. That touch was all he needed, and they made love for the second time in as many hours.