The second time Elliot Stabler had sex with Olivia Benson was meant to be the last. Or so they claimed. He knew, as he pushed deep inside her and her moans filled his ears, that neither were going to be able to stop.

It had been 53 days since they had crossed a line. THE line. They hadn't talked about it afterward nor made any references about that night. Apparently, Elliot thought, life went on as usual even after having mind-blowing sex with your partner. Work partner, that is. His life partner was his wife of almost 20 years. The wife he left at home each morning when he went to the city and spent the majority of the day with Olivia at work.

Guilt was a heavy thing, he now knew. Even after all the years with his wife, when married life became a routine, and their children, bills, and mortgage were their only topics of conversation, Elliot was content. He liked to think so. He loved his wife, his children. He had made a life for himself and his family, and the stability had sustained him through the years. But he wasn't stupid, he knew he wasn't in love with his wife. He sometimes wondered if he had ever been. He had done the right thing after their teenage fumbling led to Kathy getting pregnant. He married her, he joined the marines, he joined the academy, he became a cop, he became a detective. He tried, he worked, he provided. For them. He did what was expected of him, and did so gladly. But things had been falling apart since before their twins were even born.

Over a year ago he had been partnered with a new rookie detective. Elliot had met this young, stubborn, and beautiful woman and he had felt his world shift. He couldn't define the feeling, he rather not think about it. But yes, he had also noticed she was beautiful, how could he not?

His guilt was real and plenty, but so was his lust for her. Even after their night together, even after their emotional talk before it, he couldn't stop thinking about her and how good her naked body had felt against his as he fucked her up against the wall in her apartment. Their day-to-day was becoming a struggle for them both, trying to not go over the line again: Being too damn close, whispering to each other while deciding their game plan against a perp, their mouths inches apart as if they were alone, forgetting sometimes their Captain was in the room too. Sitting next to each other during briefings, the sides of their bodies touching as if they were fused. Often one of them found the other one staring. Their eyes were full of desire, their mind thinking back to that night. Olivia always bit her lip when she stared at him, it drove him wild.

He was being possessive too. Focusing only on her when she would go into an interrogation alone, letting his eyes roam all over her body, her cleavage, her ass. Mine, he thought, even when he had no right. He was losing perspective, slipping up at work. Leaning unnecessary over her while she sat at her desk, going over a case file, invading her personal space, and her letting him. Their fingers brushing for a moment longer than needed as he handed her a fresh cup of coffee. Pretending to work over different theories on a case as an excuse to be closer. On more than one occasion his arm would go over hers on the desk, needing the contact and her hand would rotate to lightly caress his skin or play with his hand. Imperceptible. Her face was so close that he could have kissed her right then and there. They were both going to burst and fuck each other in the middle of the squad room any second, probably over Munch's desk, Elliot thought. Something had to be done.

He drove her home on a particularly cold night. He hadn't driven her home in 53 days, since that pivotal night. He knew what would happen if he did. The tension inside the car was thick. He pulled over half a block from her building, in the only available parking spot.

After cutting off the engine, neither moved. He decided to take a chance.

"Let me come up, Liv." He asked her inside the dark car. Olivia looked at him quickly, then lowered her eyes to her lap. She couldn't say no to him if she was looking at him. "I don't think it's a good idea." Her voice was small, trying to, at least, say no to herself. He turned to her, his hand settling at the nape of her neck, massaging and caressing her tenderly.

"It isn't?" He asked softly.

"We can't, El. We... we shouldn't." She mumbled, not entirely convincing. "That night was... something else. It shouldn't have happened. That night I really needed it... needed you."

"And you don't need me now, or anymore? You don't believe that, Liv. I have seen you, I know you want this as much as I do. I can't stop thinking about you, about us." He placed his left hand on her upper thigh, slowly inching his fingers between her legs, his wedding ring bright against the dark color of her pants. Her eyes staring at the gold band as his fingers caressed her.

She never thought she'd be in this position, she wasn't that kind of woman but the pull was too strong and she had resisted for too long. She closed her eyes, and even as criminal as she felt she still spread her legs for him giving him better access to where she most needed him. Her breath quickened, and so did his for being able to touch her again.

"We need to get it out of our systems Olivia, we can't keep working like that. I don't think Cragen would like it if I bend you over my desk and bury myself inside you in front of everyone." Her breathing became labored, she knew she wanted him but it didn't make their situation feel any less wrong. "I can still feel you; around me, on me." His finger pressed against her core through her pants, rubbing slowly. The hand on her neck pulled her towards him, bringing her closer. "That night went by so fast, it was a blur... but I remember. I remember everything. I need to feel you again, Liv. One more time."

"If we..." Words were faltering her, her mind was elsewhere. "We can't do this again... after." He understood what she meant, they were just getting it out of their system, just like he said. "We promised..." she moaned losing herself.

Olivia sighed as his fingers worked faster on her. "Let me come up, Liv." He begged her again, his voice low against her ear. She pulled his hand away from her center and stared at him for a long instant, finally placing her right hand on his cheek and kissing him hard. Just one kiss. He had his answer. She got out of the car and glanced at him through hooded lids, before turning and walking the short distance to her building. Reaching beneath his seat, he grabbed the small box he had hidden there, put it inside his coat pocket, and followed her out. Just like their time.

Once inside, she dragged him into her kitchen as he tried to take her into her bedroom. He wanted to take his time, but they were kissing frantically again, also like last time. His coat had landed somewhere near the front door after she had ripped it off of him, hers was right next to it. Elliot's hands were heavy and demanding as he squeezed her ass and brought her hips against his. Her shirt was already open, her breasts spilling over her black lace bra, tiny red marks already marking her soft skin. He hadn't been able to help himself, they had been the first thing Elliot had wanted to taste, again.

He truly wanted to make it last, but she wasn't helping matters. She was clinging to his neck with one hand as she kissed him, her lips nipping at his and then soothing them with her tongue. Her other hand against his chest, trying to rip open his shirt.

"Slow down, Liv." He pleaded. "I need to feel you, feel your skin. Take it off." She let out between kisses. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her away, she looked up at him confused but he smiled reassuringly. He took a moment to look at her. Her shirt open, her bra barely holding in her breasts, her lips puffy from his kisses, hair wild, red marks from his 5-o'clock shadow adorning her neck. She was everything he wanted.

He kneeled in front of her and pulled off her shoes. She grasped onto the ridge of his shoulder as he slowly took off her pants and underwear next, his eyes memorizing every inch of skin he revealed. When he was done, he turned her around, her back to his front, and pushed her against the counter, her hands landing on the cold surface. Elliot aligned his clothed hips to hers and rubbed his hard length against her naked ass. Her moan was loud in the quiet apartment. He trailed his hands up her torso to her breasts, needing to make her moan harder. He quickly undid the bra clasp and pulled the lacy bra off her. His hands went back to her warm breasts; lifting, squeezing, and playing with them. He pinched her nipples and Olivia whimpered, all the while still pressing his cock against her ass.

"I love your breasts, they fit so well in my hands. Just perfect." Elliot praised her from behind, his mouth nipping at her neck. "They are so full and round. I haven't been able to stop thinking about them since that night, after tasting them. I want to bury my face between them again." He was obsessed.

Turning her back around, he grabbed both breasts in his hands while he kissed a path from her neck down to the valley between her breast. Nipping and licking her all over. He latched onto one nipple again, sucking greedily. He had learned from their previous time together her breasts were a really erogenous area for her. She liked when he suckled her nipples if her constant moans were any indication.

"Oh shit, that feels good." She grunted. "Don't stop." He mumbled something back but she couldn't understand him, his mouth full of her. Olivia ran her hands through his hair while she held him firmly against her flesh. She wanted to run her hands through his back and dig her nails on him. Mark him as he had marked her. "You are wearing too many clothes, Elliot. I want to feel you." He released her with a wet pop and she whimpered in protest. He wasn't done yet.

He stepped back from her and removed his clothes slowly, confidently. His eyes never leaving hers, a smug smile on his face. He was big and all muscle and Olivia couldn't stop herself from ogling him. He turned around and left her standing on the cold kitchen floor, naked.

"Where are you going?" Olivia hated how needy she sounded but she wanted to feel him against her again, all of him, gloriously naked against her. She watched as he retrieved his coat from the floor and removed a small item from within. He opened the box of condoms and took one out. Her eyebrows went up as she noticed he had come prepared. Cocky bastard, she thought but in reality, she couldn't care less though, as a similar box lay inside her bedside table, having purchased it 52 days before. She knew they would end up in this position again, right where they had started, and she had wanted to feel him inside of her through it all.

After putting the condom on, Elliot marched right up to her, his hands grasping the back of her thighs and pulling her up. Her arms instantly wrapping around his neck and her legs around his hips. Both groaning at the contact, their naked bodies touching in all the right places. They kissed lazily as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. One of his hands went between her legs, his fingers exploring her folds, seeing how ready she was.

"You are so wet. Is that all for me?" He asked, smiling to himself as he gathered her juices and spread them over her clit, rubbing her in slow circles.

"Yeah... That's what you do to me." She whimpered as two of his fingers pushed inside her.

"Are you mine tonight, Liv?" He knew it was a loaded question, but he couldn't help it. He was a possessive asshole and the mere thought of her with someone else, ever again, made him go into caveman mode.

She hesitated for a second.

"I am, El. Tonight, I am." Olivia said softly against his mouth. He would take tonight, he would take everything he could. Everything she would give him.

"I need you inside me, Elliot. I wanna feel you stretching me and filling me until I explode." There it was, he thought, that dirty mouth of hers he had met last time. He loved he could rile her up that much. He was never going to get tired of hearing her beg him to fuck her. Her breath was warm as she whispered more filthy things in his ear. He groaned loudly and felt himself lose his sanity a little bit, his arms shaking as he supported her up against him in the middle of her kitchen.

She reached back and down between their bodies and grasped his cock, pumping him slowly and rubbing the tip against her clit. He gasped and Olivia smiled wickedly at him. She latched onto his lower lip as she guided him inside her. Her arms around his neck, her breasts pushing against his chest as he thrust himself the rest of the way in.

"Fuck Olivia," he groaned loudly. She kissed him hard, her lips nibbling his as she started moving up and down on him. His hands gripping her backside and his arms supporting her. The position felt amazing but both were already struggling. Elliot walked them to the counter and set her down on it, quickly grabbing her hips and moving her to the edge.

He entered her and moved inside her with abandon, knowing they both needed it. There was no way he could take it slow, no matter how much he tried.
All those days at the precinct after their first time, all the longing stares and touches. He had lost count of how many times he had wanted to drag her up to the crib and fuck her, feel her against him again. All of it was coming up as he drove into her now, his fingers gripping her hips hard, marking her.

"That's it, ugh, right there." She moaned as she encouraged him to lose himself on her. Their lips were constantly kissing, biting, sucking. "Harder. Aahh, yesss. You feel so good, El. I neede-aah... I needed to feel you inside me again." His eyes bore into hers as he heard her. He couldn't get enough. "Harder, El. Fuck, I'm gonna come." Her breathing was erratic and she wrapped herself tighter around him.

"Yes, that's it. Come for me, Liv." He panted against her neck and he moved piston-like into her.

"Harder Elliot!" She cried out as her walls contracted around him and her sobs could probably be heard all over her apartment floor. She was too much, she was going to kill him, she truly was going to be the death of him.

She collapsed against him and he stopped moving, he still wasn't done with her. He kissed her neck as she came down from her orgasm, his hands running tenderly over her back. She brought her lips to him and kissed him passionately, their tongues mimicking the previous movements of their lower bodies.

"Get down." He whispered, his voice demanding as he pulled out of her and stepped back. His hands were on her hips to help her lower herself to the floor. Her eyes were sleepy and sated, her cheeks flushed. He thought she had never looked more beautiful and would never get tired of seeing her looking like that. These were dangerous thoughts he was having, he couldn't allow himself to go there.

He kissed her cheek and turned her around, bending her all the way over the kitchen counter. She arched her back, supporting her weight on her elbows, and pushed her ass up in the air realizing exactly what he wanted. His hands grabbed her and squeezed hard. He had dreamt about touching her like that for months. Elliot reached lower and spread her for him. His eyes fixated on her pink, wet pussy as he pushed inside again. Below him, Olivia groaned as her sensitive flesh accommodated him. He started an unforgiving rhythm. He was going to make them both remember this.

"You are so tight. So good, Olivia." He draped himself over her, grabbing her hands and interlocking their fingers. "Do you have any idea..." He panted against her temple. "Do you have any idea of how long I have fantasized about fucking you like this? Even before..." She gasped at his words, pushing her ass higher and his cock deeper inside her. "Yes, take all of me in, Liv. You have no idea how many times I have wanted to take you down to an interrogation room, throw you on the table, and fuck you until neither of us could walk. Or the crib even. Or those long hours during our stakeouts... You are too much for me, I can't see straight when I'm around you... I can't think, I can't stop." He was revealing too much again, he knew, but she had to know his truth. He pushed himself off of her and grabbed her hips tightly. She cursed as he picked up the pace, their ragged breathing and the sound of his hips colliding against her ass the only sounds in her dark kitchen.

He was being rough and demanding. His fingers digging into the skin of her hips, her ass as he continued to pound into her. He was showing her how much he wanted her, needed her. The rest was up to her, he thought. She was going to wear the reminders of their night all over her skin for days. She relished it.

"We can't do this again." Olivia had said in the car and Elliot had agreed.

Both knew it had been a lie.


Author's notes:

Thanks for reading, would love to know your thoughts about it!

Thanks for all the good feedback on my previous story. I wasn't sure about it but it got some good reviews and I decided to write more. Thanks so much!

I really struggled with this one. It's meant to be a prequel to my other story "Three". You don't have to read it, although some bits might make more sense if you do. I'm not sure if this one lives up to it. I have plans for at least two more stories but let's see how this one /

Some of the little moments between them in this story are references to moments in season 1 when you truly wonder if there was more between them. I love season 1 and also all the baby eo love on my tl inspired these stories.

I don't have a beta reader, so I apologize for any mistakes.