Chapter 7

I definitely did not expect to keep this going as long as it has! I'm glad it has though! The second half of this chapter is rated M. I apologize if the content is too intense. It definitely is the most 'M' I've written. Nevertheless, enjoy Chapter 7!

Pelican Point Resort & Spa: Beach – 5:23 p.m.

The detectives made their way over to the bar, grabbing four cold beer and one cold cola. Elliot and Olivia replaced their clothing, and joined the others, mingling with the different teams as they arrived. Speakers played a mix of current hits and some 'oldies'. They joked around, told stories of the job and other humorous anecdotes from their years in law enforcement. Quite a few of the officers were army or marine veterans, who had joined their local police force after being discharged. The drinks continued to flow, and supper was served, just as the sun started to turn golden in the sky, still warm, but comfortable. The officers enjoyed a variety of fresh lake fish ng wild game, as well as seafood, pasta, and fresh garden vegetables prepared a variety of ways. After they had filled their stomachs, resort staff lit the bonfire in the middle of the beach. Flames shot high into the sky, tickling the pink fluffy clouds floating in the crimson air.

"You know," Mike, one of the RCMP officers said, slurring slightly, "You only won that hunt because you cheated."

"Cheated?" Fin shouted.

"Yeah! We would've beat you if it wasn't for that strip tease, little missy!" Mike winked at Olivia.

Olivia cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, "It's detective. And if you can't handle losing to a woman, I suggest you back up."

Elliot looked at her, shock spread across his face. He knew that she was still … frustrated, from his consistent teasing. The boldness, partially from her badass persona, and partially due to the couple of drinks she had consumed, stoked the fire that she had started at the dock.

"I never lose!" Mike said. Olivia's eye roll egged him on, "Right now! You. Me. Our partners. Beer Pong!"

"I'm not play beer pong! I'm not 17." Olivia snorted.

"Yeah, you're old and afraid of losing!" Mike taunted.

"Liv! You can't just let him call you old and let him off. Kick his ass!" Munch yelled, syllable recognition affected by his alcohol consumption.

Without hesitation, Olivia turned toward the bar, "Fine! But loser has to concede with a beer bong.

"Deal! You sure you won't hurt your knees though." Mike smiled. Olivia flashed a mocking smile back to him, knowing it was all in good fun.

Olivia grabbed Elliot by the elbow and lead him towards the bar, "You better be good at this." The slight slur of her words caught Elliot's attention.

"I don't think it's me we have to worry about." Elliot chuckled, becoming aware of his own level of intoxication. "Or maybe it is."

The blood alcohol content of the two detectives may have been enough to slur their words, but it was not enough to throw their aim. Taking the competition to the best of three games, Elliot and Olivia sweeped both games, finishing off only one beer each. Mike, on the other hand, was relying heavily on the table to keep him upright.

"Wow! Our partnership extends to all areas of our life hey?" Elliot chuckled. The alcohol had given him a pleasant buzz and the atmosphere that had emerged from the party, made him feel like a teenager again, "I wish I would've had you as a pong partner in highschool."

"Oh El," Olivia said bringing her hands up to his chest, "If I was this drunk at a highschool party, I would be playing with you, but it definitely wouldn't have been beer pong."

"Olivia Benson, are you trying to pick me up?" Elliot asked innocently. The sun had set, and the only light now was the glow from the bonfire. He could see Olivia's face in the light of the fire and watched her expression turn from playful to serious.

"No, Elliot. I'm trying to fuck you. Hard." With all of the restraint inside of her, she kept her face serious; a task which was becoming increasingly hard watching the expressions roll over Elliot's face. Olivia looked over his shoulder to see the rest of the squad distracted by their various conversations. She stepped closer to Elliot, keeping her hands on his chest, and pushing her hips toward his. She felt a low growl escape from his lungs when his hardening length pressed against her. She trailed her finger tips lightly over his chest, moving her hips against his. Figuring she had teased him enough, she spoke up, "He El?"

"Mhmm?" He moaned.

"I think we should," She was cut off by her name being yelled across the beach. She put some distance between herself and Elliot.

"Benson! Mike thinks he could chug this beer faster than you!" Mike's partner called. When Olivia didn't respond, he continued, "Says your knees would be too sore! You know, cause you're old!"

Olivia looked over to Mike, who was currently sleeping in a lounge chair beside the bon fire.

"Doesn't look like Mike is doing much of anything right now!" Olivia yelled back.

"C'mon Benson! Show us what you're made of!" Mike's partner yelled back, making chicken noises towards her.

Olivia looked back to Elliot. His smiled reassured her that he had her back tonight. She hadn't drank this much in a long time, but felt more than comfortable with the company she was in. "Hold my bong?"

He laughed, "Now that is something I never thought I would here you say."

Olivia laughed as well as they made their way over to the other officers. Filling two bongs, Olivia and Mike's partner took their place on their knees. Elliot held the funnel and tubing system and looked down at Olivia. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and grabbed the lower part of the tubing in her fist. Slowly, she opened her mouth wide, and took the tube in, deeper than necessary, but it definitely seemed necessary to Elliot, whose arousal was beginning to be impossible to hide. As another officer counted down, Elliot watched Olivia swirl her tongue subtly over the tubing, putting on a daring show for Elliot. When the officer reached '1', Olivia turned the knob on the tubing and let the gold liquid slide passed her tongue and down her throat. Elliot's eyes never left hers, and he was grateful when she finished, and used her tongue to get the last drops of beer off the end of the tubing. Elliot grabbed her hand and helped her up to her feet, placing his hand on her hip when she wobbled slightly.

Elliot continued to watch her. Not so much in a worry some way, but more curious. She was the life of the party, not so drunk that she lost control, but enough that she could let go of the professional face and have fun. Elliot felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Fin beside him.

"I'm happy for you guys, man." Fin said.

"Thanks Fin. I feel very lucky." Elliot said gratefully.

"You know I gotta warn ya. If you hurt her Stabler," Fin lock eyes with Elliot, "I will kill you with my service weapon. That's a promise."

Elliot nodded understandingly. "I know Fin. I love her."

Fin gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Well I'm drunk as hell, so I'm going to go to bed while I still remember how to get there! You have a good night!" Fin threw him a wink.

"You too! See you in the morning!"

"Yep. Fitness Training. Should suck!" Fin laughed, making his way back towards the hotel.

Elliot turned back to Olivia. She was currently speaking with some of the other female officers by the bar. He watched her swaying with the music slightly. As the music changed to an upbeat country song, one of the officers commented, rather loudly, that it was her favorite songs. The group laughed, but then became caught up with the music. The women moved closer to the speaker and began dancing, drinks in hand, and cares thrown to the wind. Elliot watched Olivia intently.

As the song's tempo increased, Olivia's body moved faster. She raised her hands over her head, causing her shirt to drift up on her abdomen, leaving a strip of skin exposed just above her shorts. She sang along with the song, swinging her hips back and forth, up and down. When the next song begins, Elliot slowly made his way over to her, his eyes glued to her hips. Olivia caught his movements and continued to move. When he was positioned right behind her, she moved back into him, his chest pressed against her back. Olivia rolled her hips, grazing against Elliot's. Feeling his arousal, she continued her actions, rolling deeper and running her hand through her hair. Just when Elliot thought he couldn't take it anymore, Olivia bent her knees, dropping down to the ground, before pushing herself back up, pushing her ass into his hips. Elliot grabbed her hips and spun her around.

Olivia nearly yelled out at the look in his eyes. The desire, craving, lust filled orbs were ones that she'd never experience before. Her knees weekend and her breath hitched in her throat. She felt the familiar heat stirring up in her core. The constant pressure she had felt all day, along with Elliot's burning stare was almost enough to make her climax without contact.

"We need to leave." Elliot said, his voice barely above a whisper," Now."

Olivia suppressed a gasp as she finally remembered to breath. She nodded her head softly. Giving a quick wave to the group she had been dancing with, and finishing the last of the drink her hand. As they left the beach, they walked with a few feet of space between them, partly because of the eyes watching them from the bonfire, but also because physical contact might have resulted in a public display that they would never be able to explain. Most of the officers had left the beach for bed, but there were still a few left, along with resort staff. The cool night air hit their heated skin and fueled the excitement. The trip through the lobby was silent. The time in the elevator was spent on opposite sides of the elevator, eyes drifting over each other's body, but never meeting eyes.

Elliot was the first to reach his door. Opening it quickly, he checked over his shoulder to make sure she was still following. As soon as she stepped through the door, Elliot swept her up, with an arm behind her back and another underneath her knees. Olivia let out a small yelp and wrapped her arms around his neck. She let go when they were near the bed, and Elliot let her drop down to the mattress. She giggled. Olivia felt so many things in her body that she was having a hard time sorting it out. Her head felt light as a feather from the alcohol, but the rest of her body burned for Elliot. Before she could sort it out any further, Elliot pulled his T-shirt off and crawled onto the bed, hovering over her body. She spread her knees wide, giving him space to settle. She felt his length pressing against her center. He was ready. Olivia knew that she sat more than ready, just a few layers of fabric between them. Elliot's lips captured hers quickly, before moving down to her neck. Licking, sucking, biting, Elliot tormented the spot on her pulse point. Olivia rolled her hips and let out a throaty moan when his hardness rolled across her clit.

"Fuck Liv!" Elliot cried. His hands pulling at the hem of her shirt. Olivia sat up, capturing his lips in a kiss after she removed the tank top. Elliot moved to unbutton her shorts, but his pace was far to slow for Olivia's body. She lifted her hips and slid the denim down her legs before pulling Elliot's down his legs. His length sprang free standing hard. Waiting. His fingers traced the small round wounds all over her abdomen.

Elliot's mouth began on her chest, but Olivia couldn't handle it. "Elliot. I need you to… now!" She didn't beg. She demanded, and Elliot responded, knowing he had teased her all day.

Olivia pulled the strings of her bikini top free and threw it over his shoulder, pulling on each nipple and arching her back, waiting for him. Elliot pulled the strings on her bottoms and released the material from her body. He settled between her legs, took his length in his hand and ran his tip through her folds. Their bodies shuddered simultaneously at the contact.

"Holy fuck Liv. You're so wet!" Elliot growled loudly.

Olivia shifted her hips, trying to get him where she wanted him.

"All fucking day." She grunted. She made eye contact with him, "Just for you. Take it."

Elliot didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed into her quickly, only giving her a few seconds to adjust before pulling out and back in again, deeper and harder than before. Elliot set a quick pace, knowing right now, they were both just looking for a release, the rest could come later.

Olivia's sighs and groans came faster and louder, begging Elliot to go harder. She met his hips thrust for thrust, feeling herself coming to an edge, but one that she hadn't felt since their first time together. All of the pent-up tension they had carried for years had exploded through her that first night, and she felt a familiar build tonight. As her own hands played with her nipples, Elliot's right hand left her hip and spread across her lower abdomen. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit. A loud groan left Olivia's throat. Her back arched and she squeezed her eyes together, searching for the release she had needed all day. Elliot moved his thumb, keeping the pressure hard and the circles tight. He increased the pressure of his trusts at an upward angle and felt her walls begin to twitch. Olivia's hand pulled at her breast while the other one grabbed the duvet underneath her. She hooked her heels behind Elliot's thighs, pulling is thrusts deeper. Elliot pulled all the way out except for his tip, and then, in time with his thumb, he thrust, hard, deep into her. Olivia's eyes snapped open and Elliot felt her walls clench. He watched her body jerked upward, illegible words escaping her open mouth. Her orgasm had always been the most erotic thing to Elliot, and his pride.

Olivia felt the fire burst from within her, sending shock waves from her core, to all of her extremities. Elliot's movements slowed, allowing her to ride it out and catch her breath. As the fog in her head cleared, she looked back up to Elliot, the shit eating grin was always a sure thing after she had orgasmed. She smiled and rolled her eyes. Through her orgasm had quite literally been body shaking, she still felt the deep burn in her belly that she had felt for the majority of the day. Elliot's slow movements were disciplined. Knowing Elliot needed a primal release as much as she did Olivia stopped him. Olivia sat up got turned over and took her place, resting her weight on her forearms and knees. Elliot paused, looking at the scene in front of him. Olivia Benson on all fours, waiting for him, and only him. Olivia spread her legs further, reminding him to move. Elliot settled behind her, slowly pushing himself into her, grabbing her hips to pull her back into him. Elliot took a second to adjust. Olivia, becoming impatient again, began pumping herself along his length. Elliot was still, enjoying her movements. When she began rolling her hips, Elliot knew he needed to take control or his release would come sooner than planned. Elliot grabbed her hips and thrust hard, meeting her rolling hips. Olivia yelped loudly, both registered the noise level, but neither cared to fix it. The sound of moans, profanity, and skin slapping filled the room. Elliot's hands roamed over her back, pushing her upper body down onto the mattress. As his hand's cupped and squeezed her ass, Olivia looked over her shoulder.

"El…" she begged, almost shyly.

He smiled, knowing exactly what she was asking. He only did it when they were looking strictly for release, but they both enjoyed in nonetheless. Elliot sped up his actions, thrusting hard and deep into her. He smoothed his right hand over her right cheek before pulling it back and colliding it with the skin. A sharp CRACK rang out through the room. Olivia moaned loudly, spurring him on. Elliot's pleasure took over, thrusting harder, fast. With each collision of his hand and her ass, he felt her walls tighten and twitch. His grip tightened on her hips as he felt his orgasm coming hard and fast.

"Liv.. I.. Oh god!" he yelled.

Olivia arched her back deeper and pushed back towards him, taking him deeper that either expected. Elliot felt his orgasm crash over his shoulders and run through the rest of his body, thrusting wildly and cursing at the vibrations in his core. As he came deep inside of her, he felt Olivia's walls become stiff and he thrust into her awkwardly, due to his own muscle contractions. He was rewarded by her walls pushing him out, along with a rush of fluid. Elliot shuddered at the extreme eroticism of Olivia's current orgasm.

Feeling the fluid run out from between her legs, Olivia's whole body tensed and jerked. Her eyes rolled back and mouth stayed quite as the intense orgasm raked over her body. As she rounded the peak of her orgasm, she dropped to the bed and squeezed her thighs together. She let out a loud breathy moan at the incredible orgasm throbbing through her most sensitive nerves.

Elliot collapsed onto his arms and rolled to her side. Laying on his right side, he pulled her to him, still feeling the twitching of her muscles against his own. Olivia finally spoke after a few minutes.

"Holy shit." Olivia groaned.

Elliot chuckled.

"That was…. What was that?" Olivia said, breath still heavy.

"That was me… fucking you hard." Elliot laughed.

"Oh god!" Olivia said, pushing Elliot to his back and laying her head on his chest.

Elliot placed a kiss on the top of her head and closed his eyes. As they both caught their breath, Olivia spoke.

"El?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about your duvet." Olivia said quietly.

Elliot laughed, "Don't be! That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen!"

Olivia chuckled lightly, "I'm glad, but I don't think we can sleep here tonight."

"I think you're right. I need a shower before bed. Care to join me?"

Olivia propped herself up, "Really? Honestly, Elliot. I'm not sure if I will make the walk back to my room let alone another round of… that!"

Elliot smirked, "While that wasn't the intention I had, I happen to know that Miss Benson can go several rounds without tire!"

Olivia leaned up and place a long, deep kiss to his lips, "Yes. But usually Miss Benson isn't this drunk."

This caused the couple to erupt into laughter. Olivia placed another kiss on his lips and rolled over to get off the bed. She stood on shaky legs and chuckled when she saw soaked duvet. Elliot laughed too, but it was at the red handprints on both butt cheeks. Olivia slipped her tank top and shorts back on. Before leaving, she looked back at him and winked.

"I'll see you in a bit."