A/N- I'm so sorry that it has taken me so long to update. I spent the summer travelling with my family and if you've checked out my profile page you can imagine how hectic that was (17 hours in a car, one way for the final trip of the summer). Then, I spent the last month getting acquainted with college life. I'd especially like to apologize to K444, since it was their request that was postponed for so long. I'm still in need of more one-shot ideas, so feel free to leave them in review or message me, I swear I'm going to get back into the swing of updating.

"Elliot! What the Hell?" Olivia exclaimed as her partner of 12 years suddenly grabbed her by the arm, yanking her away from her desk and the paperwork she was feverishly trying to complete. Elliot didn't even bother answering her, instead he pulled her towards the cribs.

Once they reached the cribs, Elliot slammed and locked the door as he spun around, quickly trapping Olivia between his body and the door. He heard her gasp as she hit the door, his hand still clutching her arm, "What the fuck, Olivia? What's wrong with you?" he screamed, violently shaking her arm just once, before releasing his grip and starting to angrily pace as he ran his fingers through his short hair.

"He seriously brought me up here to yell at me? "Olivia silently asked herself. "Well if he wants a fight, I'll give it to him!"

"Don't you dare yell at me! I didn't see you coming up with a better story to convince Cragen that we aren't fucking and highly doubt you actually wanted me tell him the truth."

"You're right, I didn't, but did you really have to go that far? Did you have to tell him that I disgust you? That you could never sleep with me I'm so reprehensible? That you'd rather fuck Munch that me? Was all that really necessary?"

"What did you want me to say? At least, he's now convinced that I'm not fucking you!"

"You're not fucking me, I'm fucking you," he informed her as he grabbed her ass and pulled her against him, his already hard cock pressing urgently against her hip.

"Oh really?"

"Really," he kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he slipped his pants and boxers over his hips and pushed her down onto a nearby bunk.

Suddenly she broke the kiss, "El…," she panted heavily.

"Yea, baby?" he asked, trying to reclaim her lips.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as his hand slid down her pants, "Should we really be doing this here? I thought the idea was to keep Cragen from finding out about us."

"No one's gonna come."

"Mmmmm," she felt his fingers start to work between her legs, not hearing the key in the door, "Still, should we really be doing this here?"

The door opened banging against the wall, "NO! You shouldn't. Both of you get dressed, I want you in my office in five minutes!" the intruder screamed at them before walking away, leaving the door open.

Elliot quickly removed his fingers from where they'd been working Olivia into a frenzy as she tried to pull away in order to get dressed and straighten up, "Liv?"

Olivia didn't meet his eyes, "Hmm?"

"We'll be okay. He's not gonna really do anything to us, he's just upset that we lied."

"Whatever," she turned and headed toward Cragen's office, leaving his alone to get dressed before following.

Five minutes later the two detectives sat in their Captain's office, silently waiting to see what would happen.

"I don't suppose I need to tell either of you about the gravity of that…little…incident?"

"No sir," they answered in unison.

"Good, now I want an honest answer. How long has this been going on?"

They looked at each other and Olivia cleared her throat to answer, "It's only fucking and it's only happened a couple of times."

"So, you two aren't in a relationship?"

Olivia answered first, "No sir, no relationship."

Elliot felt something twist in his gut, "But, Liv…"

Olivia's eyes never left Cragen's as she interrupted Elliot, "There. Is. No. Relationship."

Cragen quickly glanced between the two, before giving a curt nod, "Fine, then as long as there's no romantic entanglements, I'll let it slide just this once. However, I don't want to catch the two of you ever again. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir," Olivia declared as Elliot just nodded grimly.

They stood and exited the office. Olivia grabbed her coat and left Elliot staring after her as she headed home for the day.

Once home, Olivia changed into sweats and settled on the couch to watch t.v., all the while praising herself for escaping what surely would have become a messy affair, regardless of her partner's new status of divorcé. She sighed heavily, "It was good while it lasted," she thought as she clicked off the t.v. and picked up a book.

Less than 30 minutes later, she was jolted out of her reading-induced trance by a loud banging on her door. She didn't even have to get up to know it was him, kind of like how she didn't have to actually open the door to know that he was seriously pissed off. She carefully marked her place and took her own sweet time walking over to the door. Finally, she opened the door, if only to stop his incessant banging, "Hello Elliot," she greeted him, exasperation already lacing her voice.

He didn't respond as he pushed into her apartment, his anger radiation off of him.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing here Liv? I came to figure out what you meant when you said there was absolutely no romantic relationship between the two of us. Is that all you really think it is? A good fuck every now and again?"

"Yes! That's exactly what it is. We fuck when we want to, nothing more, nothing less. You don't take me to dinner and I don't stay the night, we just fuck, plain and simple."

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. "Put on your shoes."

"What?" she asked, looking at him like he'd just lose his mind.

"Put on your shoes. Grab your phone, your keys, whatever else you need."

"Why?"

"We're going to dinner."

"I don't understand."

"What's not to understand? You said you didn't believe that there was any real romantic relationship between us because I never take you to dinner and you never spend the night. Well, I'm going to take you to dinner and then, if you want, you can spend the night."

"El, I didn't say it because, I wanted you to…," she started to protest.

"I know, but I should have anyway, long before now. You're more than just some fuck to me Liv, and I hope I'm more than that to you."

"You are," she affirmed, her voice barely a whisper.

"What was that?" he asked, gently cupping her face and raising her eyes from where they were staring at her shoes, to his.

"I said," she paused for a moment, "I said that you are. More than just someone to fuck every once in a while, I mean."

"Good," he kissed her softly, "I love you, Liv. Always have, always will."

"I love you too, El."

"I guess Cragen will just have to get over it. It's love that's all it really is."

"Yea."

"Now, how about dinner?" he kissed her softly.

"I'm not really dressed for going out," she gestured to her sweats.

"Then, I guess we'll stay in," he stated grinning mischievously.

A/N-Please don't forget to leave request, so that I can continue on!