DRINKS AFTER WORK

Olivia closed the open file on her cluttered desk and let out a sigh of relief as she rubbed her head with her left hand and let her right one drape by her side.

"Damn, that was a rough one. I'm glad it's over," Fin said, sitting down at his desk, looking from Olivia to her partner.

Elliot glanced over from his paperwork to Olivia, he noticed how her navy blue shirt hugged her beautiful curves and how her nipples slightly poked through the thin fabiric, he wanted to let his hands travel all over her body. The soft sound of Liv's voice broke him out of his trance.

"Sorry, what Liv? I didn't hear you," Elliot said, slightly embarrassed being caught staring at her and was hoping she didn't notice.

"Well if you weren't so busy staring at her tits you would of heard her," Fin stated, matter of factly with a dumbass grin.

"Smartass," Elliot said under his breath as he looked back to Liv. "What we're you saying?"

"Wanna get a drink?" She asked, her lips pursed and her arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, sure. Let me finish this first," he replied, indicating toward his paperwork, his fingers working the keys at a quick pace, not wanting to keep his partner waiting long.

"Fin?" Olivia questioned, standing up and tidying her desk, throwing away old papers and neatly stacking the ones she needed.

"Not tonight, baby girl," Fin answered, yawning, "I'm too tired." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

"Okay, I'm gonna go change fast," Olivia said as she walked toward the cribs and she could feel Elliot's eyes burning holes into her ass and she bit her lip.

Dammit, Olivia. What is wrong with you? She wondered to herself. He's married and he just desires your body. It's just a flirtation. Nothing is ever going to happen.

She opened her locker and took a deep breath. She found a somewhat casual yet sexy outfit and stripped out of her work clothes. She quickly washed off the filth from the day in the shower and stepped out feeling refreshed. She toweled off fast and stepped into her black lace thong and matching bra. Then she buttoned up the black sheer somewhat see through shirt and white skinny jeans. Olivia swept some mascara over her long lashes and patted some blush on her cheeks. She took her hair out of the clip and let it fall to her shoulders. Standing in front of the dirty mirror in the cribs Olivia had to admit, she looked damn good.

Twenty minutes later, Elliot was ready to leave and he headed toward the cribs to find Liv. He found her, looking beautiful as ever, asleep on a cot. He laughed to himself before he stepped over to her. He looked down at her and noticed how her shirt had ridden up, giving him a peek of her toned and tan stomach. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her there, kiss his way up her body, down her body, kiss every inch of her body while he looked into her eyes and she begged him for more.

Elliot! Get a damn grip. You're married! Plus, Liv doesn't want you. Elliot thought to himself before placing his hand on Olivia's shoulder and shaking her gently to wake her up.

"Hey, Liv. Still wanna get drinks?" Elliot asked after she opened her eyes.

"Shit! Yes I do. How long was I asleep?" Liv asked.

"Not long, maybe like ten minutes I think," Elliot answered as he smiled at her, thinking how he wasn't sure if she ever looked more beautiful than she did at that exact moment.

She grabbed her purse from the floor next to her and stood up, pulling her shirt down and blushing realizing he had probably noticed that her skin was showing.

Elliot opened the door for her and they took off walking down the street to their favorite bar. He snaked his arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner and she laid her head on him while they walked down the dimly lit street.

They arrived at the bar a few minutes later, it was a short walk, only a few blocks from the precinct. Olivia walked in before Elliot and he found his eyes wandering down her body once again and stopping at her ass. His thoughts consumed him and before he could stop himself, he felt his cock stiffen, thinking about being nake with her, inside her. His breathing hitched and he had to fight back a moan.

Olivia turned around, about to ask Elliot if he'd rather grab some take out, a bottle of something, a movie, and head back to one of theirs because the bar was quite a bit more packed than usual. When she turned around, her eyes made contact with his member, standing at attention through his work slacks and his eyes were traveling her body.

Olivia felt her face turn red as she walked back towards him, but she also felt her body being consumed with lust from the way he was looking at her, and how his body was reacting to her.

"El, its packed in here, should we just go get food and booze and go back to your apartment?" she asked, trying to not think about his erection.

"That sounds great to me, after we pregame here," Elliot replied with a wink.

He walked over to the bar quickly, thankful that the bartender here had a crush on him. He stood patiently and when she caught his eye he winked at her.

Not two minutes later the bartender was making her way to Elliot and Olivia.

"What can I get you?" she asked, smiling.

"How about six shots of," Elliot stopped, and looked at Liv for help.

"Um, whatever you want, El. I picked tequila last time," Olivia laughed.

"Right, we dont need a repeat of me throwing up. Lets go with whiskey!" Elliot said enthusistacilly.

"Coming right up."

Within minutes the waitress was back with their shots and Elliot handed her thirty dollars, telling her to keep the rest.

"Not running a tab?" She asked.

"Nope, just pregaming tonight," Olivia answered, picking up her first shot and looking at Elliot, waiting for him to join her.

"Alright, well, Elliot, if you're bored tonight I should be out of here by two. Give me a call," said the blonde.

"Will do, Amanda," Elliot said with another wink.

Olivia felt her blood run hot and she no longer cared if Elliot joined her in her shots, she took them all fast, in a row and almost gagged but she held it together.

"Jesus, Liv, are you trying to blackout tonight?" Elliot laughed.

"You know, I think I'm ready to go home."

"Okay, lets go, we already paid the tab," Elliot replied, picking up her coat.

"Alone," Olivia said, grabbing her leather jacket from him and not bothering to put it on as she stormed out of their favorite bar already feeling the effects of the whiskey.

"Olivia! Wait!" Elliot yelled, chasing after her, running right past the bartender without giving her a second thought.

Olivia never slowed her pace as she got as far away from the building as she could, she walked in the direction of her apartment, still hearing Elliot behind her.

She felt a firm grip on her wrist as he spun her around to face him.

"What the hell, Liv. Talk to me!" he pleaded.

"You're fucking that girl?" Olivia stated in a questioning manner.

"Whats it to you?" Elliot raised his voice, frusterated.

"Bye, Elliot."

"Oh, no," Elliot said, firmly, tightning his grip on her wrist, "you do not get to walk away from me! Not like you always do. Olivia Benson can't run away from every fucking thing in her life. Not this time."

"Elliot, let me go!" Olivia yelled.

Elliot backed Olivia into the brick wall behind her, pressed his body weight slightly into her and placed his hands on her cheeks. She felt his hard cock pressing into her stomach and lost her breath.

"This fighting would turn you on, you bastard!" Olivia yelled, trying to push him off of her.

"You know what, yes, Olivia, I fucked her. Once. Drunk. Whats it to you?" Elliot questioned, rage filling his voice, "it's not like you cared until you thought maybe I actually was. And, you know why we only fucked once? Because I called her Liv when I came. Happy now?" Elliot screamed, she felt his erection harden against her stomach even more and found it hard to focus. "And, you know what turns me on about this situation is not the fighting, its the way you look in that fucking outfit, and how beautiful you are, and how all I can think about is your legs wrapped around my head, and how jealous you are, and how you still have no idea how in love with you I am."

"El," Olivia started but wasnt sure what she wanted to say. She looked into his eyes and crashed her lips to his before she had a chance to think better of it. She licked his bottom lip asking for enterence. He quickly granted and they began fighting for dominance. Elliot broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes.

"Olivia, I want to make love to you, I want all of you, I want to feel your body on mine, I want to hear you scream my name, I love you and I've waited for this since the day I met you," Elliot confessed, looking deep into the detectives brown eyes.

Olivia licked her lips and realized this wasn't just a flirtation, this was more than that. This was more than a one night stand and it was more than just partners. Once they took this step, the couldn't go back. But, Olivia knew she wouldn't want to go back.

"Take me home, El," Olivia moaned into his neck, as she reached down between them and placed her palm over his rock hard dick. She always had imagined that he would have a big cock, but she never thought it would be like this. She bit her lip thinking about what tonight was going to bring and she knew if just thinking about it was making her this wet, she would be orgasming from the real thing in no time.

"As you wish, my lady," Elliot whispered, taking her hand as he led her to the edge of the street and flagged down a cab. "Tonight, you're all mine, Olivia Benson, finally," he told her with a smile and a smack to her ass.