AN: In the spirit of their vacation, here is just a short update. I know people probably weren't happy with where I left things at the end of the last chapter! Hopefully I'll have another update tonight or tomorrow.

EOEOEOEOEO

They were barely inside the room before Olivia had her hands wrapped around Elliot's belt. Elliot pressed her up against the wall, attacking her neck as she pulled the leather through the buckle. A few seconds later, she was tugging his shorts down his hips, taking his briefs with them. Elliot had her pinned to the wall, so she used her foot to drag them down his legs. She slid her hands around and dug her fingers into his muscled ass, pulling him up against her and pinning his erection between them. Elliot let out a grunt at their bodies made contact, and then he untied the string behind Olivia's neck, letting the halter top of her sun dress fall, exposing her breasts. He pinned one of her shoulders to the wall as he let his tongue slide down lazily over her breast, and he took her in his mouth. Olivia was forced to drop her hands as he dropped lower, and she pressed her head against the wall and let out a moan as he bit down lightly on her nipple.

"Gah…" She closed her eyes, loving the feel of his mouth against her skin…the nip of his teeth against her sensitive nipple…the feel of his hand as he slid it up her bare thigh. She felt another pang in her belly as he bit down again and she was wet…so wet. Elliot fell to his knees, running his hands down the side of her breasts, pushing the sundress down past her hips as he placed open-mouthed kisses down her abdomen. Olivia sucked in a breath…the muscles in her stomach contracting…as Elliot's tongue circled her belly button, and she silently urged him lower. This slow pace…this languid exploration of her body with his mouth…was incredibly erotic. But Olivia wanted more. She wanted him to touch her…she wanted to feel him moving inside of her. "Elliot." She gasped out.

Elliot ignored her, and he felt her as she pushed at his shoulders with her hands. But her movements were weak…ineffectual. Which was good, because he had no intention of stopping. His mouth reached the edge of her panties, and trailed his tongue along the edge of the waistband, feeling Olivia's body shudder beneath him. Olivia tried to press her hips forward, but he used his hands to pin them to the wall, and he heard her make a sound of protest as he trailed his tongue downwards, over the silk. He pressed his tongue against her…the wetness making the material of her underwear virtually useless. Elliot slid one hand down the inside of her thigh, and pushed slightly, urging her to widen her stance. Olivia complied, giving him greater access, and he sucked at her clit through the material while he slipped his fingers beneath the seam of her panties, groaning against her as his fingers slid through her liquid heat.

Olivia moaned as Elliot teased her with his mouth. She could feel his fingers at her entrance, but Elliot still had her pinned and she couldn't move. "God…" she moaned. And then Elliot's fingers were inside of her. Twisting…turning…pumping inside of her, as his tongue continued against her clit. The friction from the material was maddening and she could feel her orgasm building. God…this man and his mouth…his hands. She was gasping now, her arms turned inward as she tried to grasp at the wall…anything to try to keep her legs from buckling beneath her. But it was too late…blinding, white heat tore through her and she was falling…gasping…moaning. Elliot hand at her waist held her in place for a moment, and then he pulled out of her and he was standing up, holding her as she tried to recover. He was placing gentle kisses on her forehead and whispering sweet things in her ear as he held her and she felt overwhelmed with how he loved her.

Olivia was still weakened from her orgasm when Elliot lifted her up, cradling her in his arms. Olivia's head lolled against his shoulder as she allowed herself to be carried, and then Elliot lay her down gently. She looked up at him lazily, and saw he was still wearing his shirt, with his erection prominently displayed beneath it. She reached out to him, and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He fisted his cock as he climbed on the bed, moving between her legs as she moved to accommodate him. He lowered himself over her as he lined himself up with her entrance, and he grasped her lips with his as he entered her. He bit off her moans with his kiss, as he pushed against her body's resistance to him. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, and he could feel her walls tight around him, grabbing at him, almost forcing him to lose control. He released her mouth as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, and they both held their breath as her body adjusted to his intrusion. "God Liv." He whispered…his mouth mere centimeters from hers. He rocked into her gently and the room was filled with their low moans…the sounds of their bodies connecting…and the crash of the waves on the shore, until they both tumbled over the edge together.

EOEOEOEOEO

Elliot looked over at Olivia as she lay on the lounge chair. Her skin was golden from four days in the sun, and he could see the effects of the last four days in her body. She was completely relaxed. There were no calls in the middle of the night to disturb her sleep…no horrific crime scenes to pore over…no victims tugging at her heart. He wished he could keep her here forever, and he wondered about the toll the job took on her. He knew what they were facing when they got back to New York, and he wondered if he was wrong to offer to move on to something new. Maybe it was time for her to do something else. Maybe they both should.

"Why are you staring at me?" Olivia asked. She could feel Elliot's eyes on her, even though she had her eyes closed.

"Because you're the most beautiful thing on this beach." He said, knowing she wouldn't buy it, and that she wouldn't accept the compliment.

"Uh-huh." Olivia said, never opening her eyes. She couldn't remember a time in her life she had felt so happy…so thoroughly relaxed. Her entire childhood had been one of constant vigilance, gauging her mother's mood and level of intoxication. Her late teens and early twenties had been a constant effort to support herself…forge a path…get through college. And life since then was filled with the police academy and the strain of being a woman in a man's world, amid some of the most horrific crimes imaginable. But here…this truly was paradise. She woke up in Elliot's arms and they made love in the early morning hours, falling back asleep before they finally made their way down for breakfast. They spent their afternoons here, enjoying the sun and the water, drinking just enough to get buzzed, until they couldn't restrain themselves any longer and they retreated to their room. There they were unleashed, fucking in the shower, against the wall, on the floor…wherever they landed when they had managed to strip each off their suits. Then another long nap, followed by romantic dinners and wonderful shows, and long walks on the beach. Or they cozied up in a hammock, rocking and talking, kissing and touching until they bordered on indecent behavior in public. Then they would head back to their room, taking their time with each other, and making love well into the night.

"You are." Elliot said. "I've seen the way the guys look at you."

Olivia turned her head and slid her sunglasses up on top of her head. "I told you, I think this is some kind of swinger's resort." She had been half-joking when she had mentioned it on the second day they were here. "Everyone's just a little too friendly." They'd had a fair share of men and women stop by to talk to them, inviting them to do everything from join in the sand volleyball game to meeting them for dinner. They had declined them all.

Elliot rolled his eyes. "You're just cynical." He chuckled. "Although I didn't like the guy offering you a massage."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "He works for the resort." She said. She dropped her sunglasses back down and turned back towards the beach. "And it was wonderful."

"Only man that should have his hands on you is me." Elliot said, partly teasing, but partly serious. He hadn't liked how the man had held out his arm to her, his eyes sweeping over her body as he pulled her up from the chair and led her down to the outdoor massage table situated under a thatched roof near the beach. Damn masseuse had held her hand all the way there.

Olivia sighed. "I thought we were done talking about this. It was a massage Elliot. You could see me the entire time."

"I know. I was just joking."

"Uh-huh." Olivia smiled. "You shouldn't be jealous anyway. You've had your hands on me most of my waking hours. I can barely walk." That wasn't far from the truth. She was sore…but deliciously so. "I needed that massage." She glanced over at Elliot and saw a big smile on his face, and she knew he was feeling pretty proud of himself. She rolled her eyes again, but Elliot couldn't see it behind her sunglasses. God save her from the male ego.

"Well, if you need another massage, just let me know. I'll be happy to give you one." He leaned over and grabbed the edge of her chair, tugging it towards him. "And this one will have a happy ending."