AN: Again sorry for the delay but hopefully this chapter will make up for it ::shifty eyes::

Thank you to my amazing beta LeMiSo for your sweet grammatical skills, your twitter company at 4am and your consistent nudges for me to hurry the fuck up :P I also just want to reiterate that this story is very much M (mature audiences only). Oh and I had a request to make these chapters shorter and more frequent but unless you want Elliot to pull out before he's done they will have to remain as is. ;) Enjoy! Reviews always welcome :)


It was late and the precinct was quiet; eerie almost.

The sun had recently set behind the blinds and she was tying up paperwork on the Moore case, trying desperately not to focus on what she'd lost but instead on what she'd gained.

Hank Moore would never be able to hurt another child.

Fin had left early to have dinner with his son and Bennett was in the locker room - or maybe he'd stepped out for a bite to eat, she wasn't sure.

She was a shitty partner.

Elliot was at his desk, five or so small strides away from her and she'd felt his eyes on her every now and then burning into her skin, flushing her cheeks and making her eyes water slightly under his scrutiny.

She could have left when Fin had she'd realized, the paperwork could have waited until tomorrow but the truth that she'd never admit was she was still there because he was.

It was fucked up. She'd walked away from him, made it clear the idea of a relationship was too much to comprehend and yet here she was; hanging back after hours like a pathetic school girl loitering after class.

She just needed to be around him she justified, even if he spent half the night looking at her like he wanted to strangle her. Any remote attention negative or otherwise was welcome at this point, because she never could just give him up cold turkey.

She was pathetic.

She dropped her pen once she'd completed the form she was filling out and lent back, stretching her arms over her head until she heard her back and neck crack. When she lent forward she rested her head in her hands briefly before standing up abruptly.

Her eyes flicked incidentally towards him as she picked up the file and made her way over to the copier. She collected the pages she'd printed earlier, slipped them into the manila folder and headed towards the file room. It had been shut up for the day so when she opened the door she had to turn on the light. It flickered momentarily before the bright halogens lit up the room and she squinted against the brightness. She walked over to the categorized cabinets and scanned the outer labels. When she found what she was looking for she reached out and grasped the handle of the cabinet.

M for Moore.

She heard movement just outside the file room and her hand stilled on the handle, not opening the drawer until she was certain it was nothing. When she was met with silence she opened the rickety drawer and her fingers skimmed across the alphabetized names.

Mathers, Manning, Merick-

She heard it again, a sound just outside the room and she waited a few beats to ascertain if it was just her ears playing tricks on her. When she was only met with stagnant silence she continued on.

Millings, Mode, Moore.

She slipped the file into it's rightful place trying to ignore the tightness in her chest that something just felt …off.

That's when the light above her went out and suddenly she was encased in a pool of darkness. Her heart started to thump in her chest and she tried to stifle those irrational thoughts that were already surfacing. It was simple Olivia, either they'd lost power or..

She heard the door to the file room click softly close and she could swear her hands were now shaking. All of a sudden she was rendered frozen in place, her feet felt increasingly heavy. When she heard the footsteps approach her from behind she instinctively reached for her weapon tucked securely at her waist. She didn't pull it out of it's holster, she just let her palm splay over it. Waiting…

The only light she could see peaked through the venetian blinds in paper-thin slits. It was enough to ensure her outline would be visible to whoever was approaching her from behind.

Although she was on edge, she didn't feel particularly in danger because a part of her knew that it was him. The footsteps came to a halt behind her and she willed her breathing to control itself because all she could hear in the dark room was her rapid intakes of breath.

She still had her hand on her weapon and she could feel him close now, almost as if his body was a mere inch from contact. She felt the warm breath on the back of her neck and it gave her chills. It was fuckinghim, she could tell from his labored breathing and the subtle waft of aftershave that was now tickling her nostrils.

She heard the stretch of his business shirt and she knew he was reaching out. She braced herself for his touch but it never came. Instead she jumped slightly at the sound of the filing cabinet beside her drawing to a slow close. The rusty wheels reverberated in her ears and she realized then that she was still holding her breath.

She didn't want him to think she didn't know, that she had even doubted her instincts for a second. She needed to drop her hands from her weapon but it was too late because he was reaching out already and his featherlike touch was encircling her wrist. He pulled her hand away from her gun and let it hang beside her body before releasing it. She would have mulled on the fact that he'd just caught her out on her uncertainty but her heart was thumping so wildly she could barely think straight.

Her mouth was dry, she didn't know exactly what was happening right now but she knew she didn't want it to stop. She felt his palm brush over her upper arm before he squeezed it gently sending shivers soaring through her body. She remained perfectly still as his mouth dropped gently onto the crown of her head. She felt dizzy and short of breath as he nuzzled his nose against her locks and breathed in her scent.

She felt unsteady on her feet and if he weren't holding her, she would have needed to brace herself against something. She should be asking him what the hell he thought he was doing right now but the curiosity and electricity swarming her body overpowered rationality.

His hand slid up her upper arm, over the ridge of her shoulder until his fingers were splaying over her collarbone. When his hands finally closed around the side of her neck he squeezed the sensitive crux where her neck met her shoulder sending shivers throughout her body.

His other hand was now moving, brushing aside her loose hair and she could feel his hot breath directly on her neck. He leaned down pressing his lips firmly against her warm skin and her mouth absently parted as he kissed the sensitive spot.

She bit into her lip when she felt his tongue dart out and trace the patch of skin he'd just kissed and she closed her eyes against the darkness. His mouth ran up to the base of her hairline and he kissed her just behind her ear. She wanted to hum.

Her hands tingled when she felt his fingers encircled her wrists and slowly brought them up, higher.. forward.. until he'd flattened her palms flush against the cabinets in front of her. He let his own hands press against them, coating the back of them. He moved his body against hers, his chest pressing against her back and slowly his lower half moved in until she felt his erection dig into her ass.

A noise escaped her through her open mouth, a quiet gasp that he'd registered because he was subtly rocking into her now and she could feel her body inching slightly forward with each thrust.

She ached to find her voice so she could tell him to stop, or at least attempt to fight this because they were at work, they weren't alone and touching her like this wasn't going to erase her doubts from the other night. But Jesus Christ he was hard, he'd been thinking about her, watching her all night and she wondered if his erection had started beneath his desk.

He felt like granite and his ragged breaths in her ear made her shake because she wanted this just as badly as he did. His hands came off hers and she was almost disappointed but realized quickly they were headed for her hips. His fingers bit into the skin at her waist holding her in place as he pressed himself into her harder, softly groaning into her ear.

She was shaking, fuck, her hands were buckling under the pressure and her palms were slick from her rattled nerves. His grip at her waist was now moving, under the material of her sweater until he hit bare flesh and her fingernails pressed into the metal. The higher his hands rose the more material he collected until they stopped just short of underwire.

His chest was pushing into her back and just as his fingers ran across the underside of her bra, her hands buckled under the pressure and slipped down to her sides.

He was pushing into her so hard he nearly rammed her into the cabinets in the process but he managed to stop her just in time. She felt the tension in his body strain at the movement and she swallowed as his hands sought out hers again and placed them rightfully back in position.

"Stay," he rasped throatily into her ear, his palms flattening against hers for effect, ensuring she wouldn't move again. Her heart rate was pummeling into her and she couldn't swallow, or move, or think right now. One hand left the back of hers and grasped the skin of her waist, while the other stayed on top of hers, as if he wasn't going to risk it happening again.

His other returned to it's ascent, sliding up the plains of her stomach and he wasted no time closing his palm over her lace coated breast. She heard his breathing increase as he squeezed her and she bit into her lip trying to justify letting him continue this and failing miserably.

He latched onto her erect nipple and pulled it between his fingers, the friction of the lace adding to the pleasure and her head dropped in front of her as she exhaled heavily. She wouldn't moan, she wouldn't fuckingmoan, not when Bennett could walk in here at any moment.

He continued to tug at her sensitive nipple and she could tell he wasn't going to be gentle, it was the alley, the dominance, the pool between her legs all over again. Her palm was starting to ache under the pressure of his but she wasn't moving, she'd bare the ache if it meant his fingers kept up their assault on her nipple.

His thumb swiped across the hardened nub once, twice and when her moan involuntarily escaped her he groaned pushing his erection firmly into her. But he'd been too rough because she lost her footing in the motion and fell forward, her forehead connecting with the cabinets with a thud.

"Jesus," he grunted in her ear. "I'm sorry," he whispered pulling her back a little so she was no longer face planting. Somehow she'd managed to keep her palms flattened in the process and there was just a slight tingling where her head had connected.

"You should be," she grumbled, her tone emanating both annoyance and arousal.

His lips smoothed across the shell of her ear as his free hand latched onto her belt buckle. "I'll make it up to you," he whispered, his thumb sliding into the leather, pulling it out of it's capture. Her mind spun.

The precinct. Bennett. Their conversation.

She used her free hand quickly to grasp his wrist and she was shaking because she didn't want to fucking say the words.

"We can't," she said breathless and the moment they escaped her lips she regretted it because it was a poor choice of words. His hand stilled underneath hers and his lips brushed against her ear and she was panicking that he was about to take it the wrong way. "Not here," she said in a rush, quickly correcting herself before he spoke, explaining that it was just the location she was refusing.

She felt his lips curl into a smile against her and she knew then she had given him the green light in one way or another, she wasn't going to fight him on sex. Anything else however, was no guarantee.

"Why not?" he whispered, rocking his erection earnestly into her as if to illustrate his reluctance to wait. She pressed her lips together, his hand still flattened against her belt buckle and then she wondered if they could really do this here.

"Bennett," she whispered and without realizing it she was rubbing her ass into his crotch subconsciously.

He breathed out, the warm air heating her neck and his hand slipped from her belt buckle, lower until he was smoothing over the front of her jeans. He rubbed her, the flat of his palm pressing against her core and she moved herself against him, a rush of wetness pooling between her legs.

"I tell you what," Elliot breathed against her, rocking himself into her as he continued to rub between her legs. "Option 1," he whispered slowly, his tongue trailing the ridge of her ear. "You go home," he murmured, "and take off all your clothes." The thought made her dizzy. "Leave the door unlocked and when I find you," he murmured, his hand moving firmly up her stomach and towards her breast. "I'm going to trail my tongue over every square inch of your body." His thumb brushed over her nipple. "Starting with these." She groaned as a pang of pleasure hit her hard between her legs and she pushed her ass instinctively into his crotch. "Then I'm going to spread your legs," he groaned breathing heavily into her ear, "and flick my tongue across your-"

"Stop," she whispered weakly, her head dropping against the cool metal of the lockers as she attempted to catch her breath. She knew what he was doing, he was turning her on to the point where she'd give in and let him take her right here and now.

"Option 2." He let his hand trail back down to her belt buckle and continue to slide it open. "I pull down your jeans right now," he whispered as his hand unfastened the button and slid the zipper down. "And your panties," he whispered hotly, sliding his fingers into the front of her jeans, across the lace, discovering the liquid ache she had for him. "And bend you over," he said pushing two fingers through the material and into the dampness.

"Fuck," she choked and she wasn't sure if she'd cursed from his words or his fingers. What the hell did he just say? She didn't care because she was already incidentally spreading her legs as far as her tight jeans would allow and he was teasing her, pushing at her entrance through the material.

"What'll it be," he whispered, rubbing two fingers firmly across her clit causing her head to roll against the cool metal. She'd realized her arms that were still planted on the cabinets had bent so far at the elbows that she was now practically flush up against it. She had already forgotten which number was which.

"Take them off," she whispered so quietly she wasn't sure if he'd even heard her, but she got her answer when his hand moved out of her jeans and latched onto the sides. He needed both hands so he released her other and she flexed it against the metal to alleviate the stiffness. He pulled her jeans down her thighs and the cool air hit her bare skin. She toed off her shoes as he continued to drag her jeans down until they were completely off. He kicked them to the side and moved his body back up hers. She expected him to discard her panties just as quickly but he surprised her by grasping her upper arm and spinning her around. She faced him for the first time since he'd entered and the slits of light shone behind him. Her eyes were still adjusting to the darkness and as a result his face was still shadowed in darkness.

He moved forward, until she was flush up against the wall of cabinets and she felt cornered, prayed upon, but incredibly aroused in anticipation.

Her ass hit the cold metal, then her shoulder blades as he pressed her firmly against the metal, his grip encasing her upper arms. He moved in, until his mouth was tracing the ridge of her jawbone and she tried to relax but every nerve in her body was heightened. The dampness between her legs was now a physical ache and she yearned to turn around again so he'd just take her like he'd promised.

She'd have to be patient she realized because he now seemed distracted with her face, neck and mouth. His lips ran across her cheek and goosebumps crawled up the back of her neck. When his mouth brushed across hers something inside her snapped and she turned, abruptly so she was facing to the side. His lips settled against her cheek and she felt the tension in his body mount as his fingers tightened around her upper arms.

He waited, breathy and for what she didn't know. He tried again, moving across until his lips lined up with hers attempting to capture her lower lip between his but she jerked away. She pushed her lower half against him in an effort to avoid his mouth. She didn't want the distraction of a kiss right now, all she wanted was a good, hard, fuck.

He sighed in frustration and because he was a stubborn son of a bitch he took one hand off her upper arm and grasped her face, holding in place. He pressed a thumb against her cheek and let his remaining fingers encircle the back of her neck.

He moved his mouth back to hers, their noses touching briefly as he hung there, waiting for permission; waiting for her to give in and open her mouth to him. She didn't and for a deeper reason unbeknownst to her she wouldn't.

He leaned forward a little and brushed his lips against hers, testing the waters and she didn't flinch. He tried again, this time attempting to press his lips against hers for longer but she recoiled, sinking further back against the metal.

His other palm came up and slammed forcibly against the cabinet beside her head and she jumped, rattled by his unexpected eruption.

"Kiss me goddamn it," he rasped and she was pissed at him for being so boisterous but couldn't help but revel in the way his temper turned her on.

"No," she breathed when she felt she had her voice under control. "Turn me around," she demanded. Two could play at that game and she wanted some of this control he'd seem so intent on acquiring.

His forehead fell against hers then and his thumb swiped across her flushed cheek, he wedged a knee between her legs and parted them, the top of his thigh pushing up against her core and she called out.

He used her open mouth to an advantage and his lips crashed against hers, drawing her lower lip into his mouth and sucking. She let him, for just a second before she wretched her mouth away from his and he groaned in frustration.

"Open your mouth," he whispered against her lips and there was no request there, just a cold, sexual demand and because she knew she had just as much control over what would happen in this file room, she pushed harder.

"Turn me around," she repeated, almost too calmly and she heard a laugh, and it was bitter and full of frustration. He was nearing the end of this tether.

The thumb that had been holding her cheek in place brushed forcibly over her lower lip until her mouth parted slightly and he pressed his mouth against hers. She voiced her distaste for his blatant disregard and started to fight it, shifting her hips against him, his mouth muffling her protests. When he rammed his thigh against her core her mouth opened in reflex and she moaned low and guttural as his tongue slid into her mouth. His kissed was hard and unforgiving and she felt his teeth clamp down on her lower lip. She wretched away to catch her breath but couldn't move her lips too far from his in this position.

"Screw you," she whispered breathy, her lips brushing his in the process and they both breathed in each other's air. She reveled in the way she was driving him all kinds of wild because the son of a bitch deserved every minute of it.

He waited only beats for her to catch her breath before his lips crashed back on hers, opening her mouth with his and this time she let him. Her head lolled against the metal as he ransacked her mouth but she did her hardest not to give him anything in return. His tongue was in her mouth, eager and demanding but when he realized she wasn't cooperating he pulled back. Pulling her top lip into his mouth and sucking before he broke off the kiss entirely. She could just make out his eyes now, the darkness making the blue irises appear jet black. He watched him in his heated frenzy.

"Tongue Olivia," he breathed between them, his hold on her face urging her mouth forward, closer to his lips. "I want your tongue in my mouth," his grating words caused a rush of heat to spread through her belly towards the inevitable pool between her thighs.

He nipped at her lower lip then and she didn't have the willpower to deny herself any longer so she moved her free hand behind his neck and pulled him against her open mouth. She kissed him forcibly and he responded with a low growl that was muffled by her mouth. She let her tongue trail his lower lip and as his fingers dug into the skin of her upper arm she knew she'd be bruised tomorrow.

She tilted her head to gain better access to his mouth and slid her tongue forcibly between his lips. He groaned at her compliance and let her continue to explore his mouth. She flicked her tongue against the tip of his and she felt his hand slip from her upper arm until he was bunching the side of her panties into his fist and tugging downward.

He hummed against her lips as her hands reached out and grasped his own belt buckle and he let her unclasp, unbutton and unzip him. He nipped at her lips and suddenly she was slipping her hand into his briefs and over the firm, thick, length of him. He groaned when she stroked him and he began to rock himself firmly into her hand.

Her panties were somewhere around her upper thighs and he bent down to yank them to the floor. When she stepped out of them he pulled his pants and briefs down in one quick motion and left them lazily around his ankles. He grabbed her then, by the hips and raised her slightly as he attempted to wedge her legs apart with his knee. Her hands came out grasping his forearms and stopping him abruptly, sliding back down to her feet.

He was about to question her when she turned around and pulled her sweater over her head. When she didn't turn back around she could feel his breathing increase at what she was implying and chills broke out across her flesh. She waited, impatiently and all she could hear was his ragged breath that was heating the back of her neck. He must have been eying the clasp on her bra because when he finally touched her, his fingers were slipping beneath it and pulling it open.

His hands came up and smoothed over her shoulders, collecting the straps, sliding them down her arms. When he pulled her bra away completely the lace scraped against her nipples and they peaked against the friction.

She could hear him behind her still not touching her aching body and her patience was wearing thin. She heard a rustling and a clunk and she figured he must have been toeing off his shoes and kicking his pants off.

When he finally stilled she felt his hands grasping her wrists and planting them up against the metal once more. Her body stirred in anticipation. His palms covered hers when he moved in close she felt his bare chest scrape against her bare back and she wanted to melt. He was naked, behind her, and she could feel his erection prodding her ass cheeks as he edged her closer towards the cabinets. She sucked in a breath when she felt her nipples scrape across the cold metal, goosebumps exploding over her body. His hands smoothed over her forearms, her upper arms, across her shoulders and then slowly down the sides of her torso lingering at the sides of her breasts.

His cock was prodding incidentally between her cheeks and she tried to summon control when his hands slid from the sides of her breasts to the front. The firm pads of his fingers ran purposefully over her nipples and she breathed out against the metal as he rubbed and tweaked them.

His mouth latched onto her shoulder and pressed into the skin before he let his teeth drag across her flesh biting into her. She groaned as he pinched her nipples and her ass bucked against him in reflex. She felt him smile against her shoulder as he continued to pull the nubs between his thumb and forefinger.

"El," she murmured and he must have heard the desperation in her voice because she needed him lower or she'd loose it. She shifted her ass against him, hoping he'd get the message. His hands began to descend down her body and she braced herself for those fingers she so desperately craved.

He let one settle on her hip, holding her in place while the other ran across her abdomen stopping just short of her pelvis. Her eyes opened when his hand came off her stomach completely and she waited…anxiously. Then she felt his knee push between her legs and spread them slowly, the cool air hitting the moisture between them.

Seconds from repeating her plea she felt his hand brush across the underside of her ass cheek and she held her breath. His hand cupped her cheek and squeezed gently before he moved his hand, hovering between her open legs. When she felt two fingers slide across her slick folds from behind her forehead crashed against the metal cabinet and she groaned a little too loudly. His fingertips at her waist bit into her skin as he continued to stroke her, spreading her juices with each motion.

He rubbed her back and forth and she met him eagerly, grinding herself against his fingers. There was no grace, she wasn't demure, her inhibitions were shot to hell because she needed this release so badly. She had to be quiet which was an injustice because the pleasure that was streaming through her right now deserved vocal recognition and he wasn't even inside her yet.

A few beats passed before he began to press at her entrance and suddenly he was slipping two fingers into her from behind. She settled for a deep exhale and a loan groan as he slowly began to fill her. The noise that ripped from his throat rivaled hers and she silently pleaded with him to lower his voice. There was no way in hell she could deal with an interruption right now.

His hand at her waist started to descend until he was cupping her from the front. She held her breath as two fingers sought out her clit, pressing against it as he pushed into her from behind. She choked on her sob and begged her body not to climax just yet because she wanted him inside her for that moment. She could feel his urgency against her ass cheek and somehow she managed to grasp his forehand, attempting to pull it from the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He didn't let her, instead he increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing, as he continued to thrust into her from behind. She made a noise, she'd been vocal but it had been incoherent. Instead of correcting herself she reached behind until she seized his cock and she stroked him, urging him towards her entrance.

"Now," she groaned and her voice cracked.

That was all he needed, because he'd been ready the whole time, hell he was probably ready beneath his desk, stroking himself while he watched her work.

He slipped his fingers out of her and grasped both hips and she felt her slickness where he held her. He urged her forward and began to spread her legs with his knees. He moved in, the tip of his cock pushing between her folds, sliding against the wetness. He kept trying to maneuver himself so he'd slip inside her from behind but the angle wasn't right and he kept sliding over her, knocking her clit. She groaned regardless and it felt like they were drunk, so caught up in the heat and the passion but basically unable to fuck. His frustration was mounting as he tried to guide himself into her but it was proving to be a lost cause. His damp fingers were gripping onto her hip, trying to position her accordingly but failing.

"Fuck," he whispered in frustration. "Bend over," he rasped and her heart pummeled at the authority in his voice. She licked her lips trying to figure out where the fuck she was supposed to bend with a row of filing cabinets in front of her. He saved her from having to figure that out by leading her by the hips, a few steps further into the room. Her breath caught when her upper thighs came in contact with something hard and cold. A table.

She closed her eyes, she was aroused, nervous and anxious all at once. His chest coated her back as his hands encircled her in a backwards bear hug and she swallowed as his lips pressed into the back of her neck. He bit into her gently at first and then with a little more vigor, she bucked against him as he released her skin, lapping up the roughened patch with his tongue. He was marking her, he owned her and fuck he was the only man in the world she'd ever give that power.

"You make me so fucking hot Liv," he whispered into her ear, not letting up on his iron grip for a second. She felt her knees start to buckle and found it hard to breathe in his embrace. "I can't control myself when I'm around you," he growled and she smiled to herself because that's the last thing she wanted.

She pressed her ass back into his cock because she didn't have words from him right now, she just wanted to feel him lose that control. He loosened his grip on her and prodded her forward bending her over until her hands came in contact with the cool surface of the metal table. She shivered.

She felt him trail his lips down the length of her spine before he straightened up and grasped her hips. She shivered as he prodded her legs apart with his knees. This was wrong and all kinds of messed up but the only fuck that she gave was the one she was about to receive.

She felt his tip at her entrance and she closed her eyes, her elbows buckling wildly under the pressure. His grip on her hips loosened slightly until it almost felt like a feather light touch as he thumbed her hips, urging her to relax. It was just Elliot.

Elliot about to fuck her up against a table.

When she managed to get her breathing under control she sank herself gently backward, bumping his cock and she heard the low moan from above. He then started to rub himself between her folds, not penetrating just sliding in a slick rhythm, brushing her clit. They both let a groan escape in union.

When he located her entrance and began to slowly fill her, she breathed out digging her short nails against the metal. He was being gentle, but she didn't want gentle – not when she was bent over a table in their fuckingfile room. She blocked it out, the location, the tawdriness of it all, she just focused on the fact that he was finally inside her again.

His hands held her lightly at the hips as he started to gently rock into her and she could tell he was holding back for her sake. Most likely blindsided by the fact that she'd encouraged this. In an effort to ease his concerns she backed into him with a thrust and he filled her by default. His fingers tightened on her hips from the motion before they relaxed again and continued to move slowly into her. She bit into her lip, he wasn't getting it so she pushed back, once – twice, harder and he started to increase his rhythm to match her thrusts until they were both moving at a steady pace. She could hear his moans now and she was stifling hers and she wanted to tell him to shut the hell up or this wouldn't end well. The pleasure was building inside her as he thrust steadily into her but she still wanted more - she needed him to take her.

"Harder," she whispered and her stomach dropped because she'd actually said it when she didn't think she'd have the courage. She felt a tinge of hesitation from above before he began to increase the pressure heightening his motions. He dragged her back a little in an effort to fill her more completely and she felt his short nails dig into her flesh. He was thrusting into her now, hard and fast and she couldn't stifle her moans as he continued to pummel into her. Noises were escaping her and they were coming out between her short, sharp pants and breaths. It was skin on skin and it was loud, slick and in rhythm with their frantic pace.

Fuck.

She prayed that Bennett had gone home because surely he'd be hearing this right now. She realized however that she didn't care – let the guy walk in on them and get a harsh reality check. She didn't give a fuck.

Elliot was moving now she'd noted, from his vertical stance behind her, bending down until his chest coated her back. His hands slid down her clammy arms until his palms flattered over the backs of her hands. He'd slowed down considerably in their revised position and his fingers entwined in hers. She could feel the slick sheen of perspiration that existed between their bodies and his lips latched onto the ridge of her shoulder.

He rocked into her so gently she felt like she was drugged, dreaming or light headed. The pleasure was still there in short, brief, momentary bursts – as methodical as a heartbeat. Her palms were buckling under both their weight now but she kept them steady as his tongue trailed across the saltiness of her skin. She wanted it rough and he'd complied but now seemed to be making up for it with slow, sensual, languid motions. She closed her eyes and for one brief moment she wondered if he'd ever done anything like this with Kathy, the concept seemed so foreign she could only assume he hadn't. It wasn't something she had made a habit of doing but there was something about Elliot's temper that made her want him to loose his control with her.

His hands came up her body as he continued to rock ever so gently into her core and she moaned as his hands ran over her breasts and he cupped them. He was gentle and soothing matching the rhythm of his cock and she felt dizzy. When a hand shifted from her breast to between her legs she chocked on a sob as he rubbed the hard pad of his thumb against her clit. Fuck.She writhed beneath him, arching her back as she pushed urgently into him, he tweaked her nipple at the same time as he thumbed her clit and she lost stability, her out stretched hands slipping out from under her. He was quick and he'd saved her from face planting into the table but her mind was spinning and she was having trouble getting oxygen.

Her arms were now outstretched on the table as she rested her forehead against the metal because she didn't have the energy to hold them both up. He was still rocking into her ever so gently and she needed him to put her out of a misery because this was all too much.

"Harder Elliot," she groaned, the metal of the table muffling her frustration. She felt him tense on top of her before stilling completely and her heart began to thump anxiously because she knew something wrong. He rose up then and slipped out of her gently but awkwardly causing her to wince and falter in her footing. He grasped her forearm and turned her around to meet him face to face. She was upright now, they were both naked, sticky and the whole room smelt of sex. She felt dizzy.

His grip hadn't let up on her upper arm and he was eyeing her with a little too much irritation - irritation that would only prolong this orgasm she was going to fuckinghave.

"Why," he asked her in a strained whisper and she wasn't sure why he was so pissed when all she'd requested was more intensity. "Cause then you don't have to feel anything?"

The penny dropped and she swallowed.

Fuck him.

He was waiting for her to answer but she wasn't going to give him one, words right now were not happening. This conversation was not happening. She moved in closer, her hand skimming down the side of his waist and her lips wavered close to his, hoping he'd take that as his answer. As her tongue darted out and skimmed across his lower lip he pulled back. He wanted words, not actions. She ached. Screw him for coming in here, playing the man-handling prick and then suddenly turning the tables.

She narrowed her eyes at him in the darkness. "You came in here to fuck me Elliot," she reminded him through gritted teeth. "So do it."

The fight must have left him because he was pushing her now, firmly back towards the table, her upper thighs knocked into the metal and he moved her down until she was horizontal. The cold slab of metal hit her back making her nipples harden from the chill and he was climbing on top of her, moving his hips between her legs. She groaned as he sunk into her without hesitation and her arms came up behind her to grip the lip of the table as he began to thrust into her. His mouth latched onto her nipple and she called out as his tongue swirled, flicked and sucked. She was way too audible and he must have known it because his mouth wretched off her nipple and closed over her lips muffling her cries. He sucked on her lower lip as he pushed harder into her and she didn't need to tell him to go faster, or harder or rougher because it was the perfect amount.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and she dug her heals into his upper thighs forcing him to sink deeper into her. He groaned into her mouth as he filled her and she wretched her lips away from his so she could catch her breath. She could hear the short, sharp jolt of the table moving as he continued to pummel into her repeatedly. Lord knows if anyone were around they wouldn't have a hope in hell from hiding this.

She was losing fight, she was close and from the short, sharp rasps in her ear she knew he was too. He grabbed her hands that were still gripping to the table and intertwined his fingers in hers, planting their clasped hands beside her head as he continued to drive into her. She wanted to tell him then, that this wasn't just about a good hard fuck in the file room, he needed to know that she'd die if after this there was nothing. But the words weren't forming, the pleasure was mounting and out of nowhere a lone tear had slipped down the side of her temple and into her matted hair below.

His lips found the base of her ear and she braced herself because although she could never find the words she knew he always could. His voice had been breathy and weak and it pushed her forcibly over the brink, spiraling into the earth shattering orgasm.

"I'm yours."

When her eyes snapped open again it was complete darkness. She wasn't on a cold metal table she was lying in warmth and softness. She was on her back panting, throbbing and the evidence of her orgasm lay slick between her legs. Her arms were tucked under the pillow and when she tried to move them they were restrained by the weight of her head.

What the?

She felt light headed, she was still catching her breath and when she shifted her erect nipples scraped against the ribbed material of her tank top. Tank top? What the hell? She was naked, just moments ago. Where was Elliot? As she blinked against the night her eyes began to adjust to the darkness it hit her like a tone of bricks.

No. She wanted to cry. Fucking - NO.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. That wasn't a dream. That was fucking real. That was Elliot, on her, in her, over her and it was the most explosive, intense moment of her life.

She felt the bead of sweat trickle down her neck and she pulled her arms out from underneath their capture, they were weak and aching from pins and needles. This wasn't fair, this wasn't right, maybe if she just closed her eyes he'd be back again, here with her in her bed, in her arms. Please, PLEASE, that couldn't have been her imagination. It felt way – too – real.

FUCK!

She held her breath for so long that when she released it she choked on the sob that she was so desperately trying to suppress. She was crying now and her eyes stung as the silent tears broke from the ducks and trickled into her hairline. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as if she'd be able to silence the noises retching from her body and failed dismally. Her nose was running, her vision was blurry and she rolled onto her side out of sheer necessity because she feared she'd suffocate on her tears alone. She felt ridiculous but the floodgates had opened and there was nothing she could do to control it. Somewhere in between the intense arousal, the emotional connection and the awareness that none of it was real she'd lost the ability to physically cope. She was crying for him; for them and for the damaging wedge she'd driven between them that now seemed startlingly irreversible.


She woke that morning puffy eyed, sleep deprived and vacant.

When she caught her reflection in the mirror, her skin was paler, the dark circles more prominent and the rims of her eyes were raw and irritated. As her mind wandered to the events of last night she tried to ascertain how much of it was her dream and how much of it had been real. Had he even come to see her last night? Was that explosive fight on her front stoop just her imagination too?

She dragged her hand down her face and told herself not to be stupid. It was all real, every single minute of it except for the part where they pushed aside their bullshit and just fucked it out. She bit into her lip as she remembered the tension, the passion, the heat and the pleasure and she shivered against the cool morning air.

She should be happy right? That she hadn't just given in without a word and let him take her in the middle of the precinct. She would be stupid to think that something like that would fix things so why the hell was she so disappointed it hadn't been her reality? It hadn't scared her. Sex with Elliot never did, she was powerless against him, if he said the word she was his. Ever since Sin, intimacy with Elliot had become a natural, primal, physical need for her. It was words, feelings and proclamations that made her crack under pressure rendering her emotionally incapable.

You think this is just sex?

She sucked in a breath. If she were honest, a part of her wondered if that was all she had to offer Elliot, or any man for that matter. The walls she had been building since childhood were so high now few men bothered to even attempt the climb. She couldn't really blame them when all they'd find on the other side was detachment and her inability to really feel.

But Elliot - Elliot had the power to make her feel things, feelings she'd harbored and suppressed for so long they'd always felt intangible. They had been constantly hovering above her, always there but never within reach. She wouldn't say it, she wouldn't say that four letter word that struck her deep in the pit of her stomach every time he locked eyes with her. But it was there, buried amongst other prohibited thoughts like her inability to cure her mother and the hatred she'd always have for her father.

He'd say it to her she realized, the moment she stopped running and just looked him in the eyes for more than a second she knew he'd say it. What scared her the most was that she wanted to hear it – desperately. Because it would be the first time in her life that she'd actually allow herself to believe it.

Of course Serena had loved her but that barrier, although as slim as a pane of glass, had always been there. She'd press a hand up against it every so often and her mother would match the motion but their skin would never touch. Olivia's mere existence was that pane and she'd wasted a lifetime trying to remove it.

But Elliot - he was the only one who saw through her rough exterior and right into the thick of her soul. She had done her best to push him away, ward him off and keep him at a reasonable distance but it was only a matter of time. She knew if she just gave it a chance, that one day, she'd feel the skin of his palm flush up against hers.

She closed her eyes, begging herself not to cry again, her eyes were already red raw and she was supposed to be at work well over an hour ago. She needed to wash her face and get dressed but all she could do was stand there staring at her reflection. She worried her lower lip relentlessly and could feel the roughness of last nights anxiety against her teeth.

When she finally managed to shake out of her daze she reached down absently grasping her toothbrush and knocked a second. She looked down in confusion at first and then it hit her. That feeling slammed forcibly into her gut, the four letter word tingling her senses and making her falter. She knew now that those feelings were no longer floating above her, blissfully intangible. They were a startling harsh reality that in time would only grow more prominent. The dream, that four letter word, his toothbrush sitting rightfully where it belonged.

She knew then that all that was missing was him.


She was late to work, considerably so.

Bennnett had given her a quizzical look but didn't broach her on the subject, instead just launched into the details of their latest case.

He was learning.

Cragen hadn't said anything either and she assumed that perhaps she was still in that grace period. Fin had sent a few stray glances her way in which she'd successfully dodged, but it was Elliot who had been AWOL from the moment she'd arrived that worried her the most. She tried not to linger on the why's or where's, telling herself that he had his own cases to deal with but his timely absence couldn't help but rattle her nerves.

"You gotta sec?" Fin whispered and she looked up from the file in front of her.

She tried not to react, or assume that this had anything other than to do with work, but she'd heard the tone in his voice and couldn't help but notice he'd approached her the moment Bennett disappeared.

Fingering her pen anxiously she nodded. She dropped it onto the file in front of her and stood up doing her best not to look like a deer caught in headlights. Fin motioned towards the locker room and she followed him in trying to block out all the potential scenarios she was about to be faced with. He held the door open for her and waited for her to enter before he closed it behind them. Her eyes closed at the privacy he'd just created and suddenly she knew exactly where this was going.

"I'm not going to pretend I don't know what's going on," Fin launched right into it and his voice was a mixture of frustration and annoyance. "I just need you two to sort out your B.S.-"

Her eyes widened and she didn't let him finish. "Excuse me?" she cut him off, snapping at his blatant accusation stepping forward intent on rivalling him. She'd expected he'd bring Elliot up but she hadn't anticipated he'd be so blunt.

His eyes probed hers briefly before he continued in a rush. "It's hard enough dealing with him on a good day, let alone-"

"Whatever it is you think is going on - you're wrong," she stabbed back defensively, a pang of guilt hitting her hard at her outright lie.

He raised his eyesbrows at her and shook his head. "Really," he looked at her in shock. "You gonna lie right to my face?"

"I don't need this." She started to walk away and had made it to the door when he stopped her with his words.

"Olivia," he called out and there was something about the tone of his voice that made her stop. Perhaps it was the guilt she'd been feeling taking it's toll or maybe she was finally done with denial.

"Alright," she whispered, her eyes still trained on the door handle because she couldn't possibly look at him right now. She was shaking slightly because the honesty that was about to seep out felt like a depraved confession. "I'll talk to him," she said quietly.

She hadn't admitted anything outright but the truth had been clear in her response. As he took the few paces across to her and scanned the side of her face she prayed he wouldn't push it any further.

"Liv," he repeated, his tone thick with a sudden sense of empathy and understanding. She turned to face him then and the look on her face must have convinced him not to continue because he was looking away now.

"We just can't keep going on like this," he told her quietly. "Between training the rookie and the case load," his words travelled off. "The whole departments slipping."

The reality hit her hard and his words sunk in. He was right, they needed to get back on track for the sake of the job more than anything. Any personal problems she had with Elliot shouldn't be affecting their day-to-day; the job was far too important. She was unbelievably stupid to have let it get this far.

"You're right," she nodded in acceptance rubbing the back of her neck worriedly. She was still unable to look him in the eye as she turned the doorknob and opened the door. "Don't worry," she began, taking a breath. "I'll fix this," she said more to herself than anyone else before she walked away.


"How was court?" Fin's voice caught Olivia off guard.

She looked up from her desk to see Elliot walking towards his, shaking off his jacket and hanging it over the back of his chair.

Court.That's where he had been all morning – for the Gerrity case. It all came back to her now and she felt a small sense of relief wash over her that he hadn't skipped out on the job.

"It was fine," Elliot responded and instantly she could tell he was in a mood. "Motioned for a retrial," he mumbled.

She still hadn't looked away since he'd entered and she knew she'd have to avert her gaze soon.

"Well don't get too comfortable, we've got a hit on the DNA," Fin explained standing up and pulling on his coat. "Warner wants to see us."

Elliot scratched his jaw, clearly frustrated before he stood up abruptly grasping his coat and shoving it back on. As he turned to leave his eyes locked with hers for one solidifying moment before she looked away. She'd seen the anger there and it had been as clear as day.

His foul mood had nothing to do with the retrial.


Her head was on the desk.

It was just for a brief moment while she debated how long she was going to wait. It was just after 6pm and she was still dealing with last night's exhaustion.

They had plowed through a heap of paperwork today, Bennett had even caught a break on their case but the effects of sleep deprivation were finally starting to take over.

Bennett had left a few minutes ago, Elliot and Fin had been out since lunchtime and she told herself she'd give it 15 more minutes until she called it a night.

Her heart rate began to slow as she breathed steadily against the wood of her desk and slowly she started to drift off.

She woke to a hand on her shoulder and it was gentle, coaxing her softly out of her slumber. Her head was against her forearm when she stirred, and she blinked a couple of times before she pulled herself out of her daze.

She looked up suddenly aware of her surroundings, the precinct, her desk.

What time was it?

"Go home Liv," Fin's voice spoke above her and she looked up, rubbing her eyes wearily and looking at her watch.

7:24pm

"I ah," she stammered her voice sounding groggy as she made motions to get up. "Yeah." She was completely out of it. He watched her with a sharp sense of concern as she ran a hand through her hair attempting to sort out the matted mess she'd made. "I was just-" she started, intent on explaining that she'd been clearing excess paperwork but he stopped her with a look full of skepticism.

A few moments passed between them and without having to ask the question, he answered it.

"Parent teacher conference," Fin told her somewhat uneasily, filling in the blanks that had kept her back so late.

She took in the words before she nodded, biting softly into her lower lip. "Okay." She came to terms with it, trying not to let the disappointment reach her eyes. She grasped the coat off the back of her chair and clicked off the lamp on her desk. "Night Fin." She feigned a small smile before she passed and was thankful that he hadn't pushed it because from the look in his eyes, she knew he'd wanted to.

When she reached the elevators she rolled her neck in an effort to ease stiffness and pushed the button. She watched the down light illuminate before her and her mind wandered, she was going to walk home tonight she decided. The fresh air, the exercise and the time to herself would serve her well and it would hopefully be just enough to help her crash tonight.

When she made it to the streets, the cool air freshened her face and she found her legs desperately itching to change course. It was then, 40 or so minutes later, that she'd found herself outside the modest city apartment and her eyes settled on the stoop before her. The apartments above looked worn but sturdy and she noticed only a few had lights on.

Up until this moment she'd only known of the address, sighted it on paperwork, but now here it was - a reality. She wasn't in Queens, she wasn't at his family home and her eyes itched, desperate to know which apartment was his as if that would solidify the realization further. As she made her way to the top of the stoop her fingers traced words that had been handwritten haphazardly beside the buzzer.

Stabler.

Her heart started to thump in her chest at the thought of him answering. That gravelly voice questioning, then the moment where time stands still and she waits to hear if he'll unlock the barrier between them. She had no idea if he was even home yet but the realization that it didn't matter washed over her.

Because just like he'd waited for her – she would wait for him.

TBC