Disclaimer: Dick Wolf and NBC own the rights to these SVU characters. I merely play with them when I can!

Author's notes: I HAVE THREE LIFE-ALTERING, SOUL SHAKING NOTES TO MAKE….ok not really…but I have your attention?

Firstly, I realised the reason why I was receiving about 7 reviews a chapter. I forgot to disable the anonymous review lock my profile has on my stories. I remember when I used to just read stories on and because I wasn't a member, some stories wouldn't let me review…sad times. Anyway, it's now disabled, so anyone can review…and please do because I love and want your feedback!! Pretty please?

Secondly, reviews have been awesome. There are two schools of thought I've found. Those that prefer limited e/o occurrence with more focus on the case files, and those that want e/o going at it like bunnies everywhere – even at crime scenes!!! Lol…anyway, this chapter is for the latter group. Very e/o, smutty goodness. You can probably read the first part of the chapter, not read the rest and not miss out on anything. So if you have an aversion to E/O smut/getting it on, then you can safely miss the majority of this chapter. Boo to you!

In related news, is my third point; I am forever indebted to MariposaAngel18 who wrote the smutty part for me. As the name suggests, she's an angel for doing me the favour of writing the last part of the chapter. I've never been comfortable with writing those kinds of scenarios, so she happily (naughty!) agreed to write one for me. In less than two days. Awesome! Thank you so much, I'll definitely need you again!! Hugs and Kisses, you're the bomb! Read her stories and leave lots of reviews…the link to her author page is in 'my favourite author' section of my profile. You will not be disappointed!

So, in short, this chapter gets a lot NC-17 after the kiddies leave the apartment (that'll make sense once you read it), so if you're uncomfortable reading it, just miss it, and you won't lose a chunk out of the storyline.

Enough of my rambling, enjoy!

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Tuesday, 2.45pm

"It's too circumstantial Olivia, you know that," Cragen pressed, as Olivia plead her case.

They'd finished questioning the Wilcox's, and after a lengthy lunch had returned to the precinct to report back to their Captain. The door to his office was closed, and within it, Olivia had voiced her views concerning the book Mrs Wilcox had presented them with. While Olivia was convinced it was more than a happenstance, their captain remained sceptical. Privately, Elliot thought the same thing.

Olivia unfolded her arms, softening her expression, as she realised she was being somewhat irrational. The particularly heinous nature of the crime and age of their victims, combined with their lack of leads and evidence had everybody on edge.

"Despite that, my gut tells me this isn't a coincidence," she finished weakly; casting a look over at Elliot for support. He didn't look totally convinced, but stood next to her in solidarity.

Cragen shifted his gaze between them, sighing heavily, "Olivia, look," his tone was conciliatory, "we'll check up in the morning. It's late in the afternoon," he turned to Elliot, "and I know it's your daughter's birthday. Go home, both of you, there's nothing more for us to go on tonight"

Elliot nodded, as Olivia sighed in resignation.

Cragen continued, "first thing tomorrow morning you can knock the down the door of every English teacher in New York City," Olivia rolled her eyes; now he was being condescending. She turned on her heel and stalked out of the office; and after an apologetic look to Cragen, Elliot followed after her.

Elliot found Olivia pushing files around on her desk in an unclear pattern; her stress obvious. He walked past her and grabbed their coats off their hangers. When he turned, he found Olivia standing up straight, staring into space. He placed his hand on the small of her back in a calming gesture and was pleased to feel her press back rather than tense up. He put Olivia's coat over her shoulders and walked around to his side of the desk, opening his drawer to get out his keys.

"Do you think it's just a coincidence? Was I being as irrational as I think I sounded?" Olivia asked quietly from where she remained standing, unmoving, except to put her arms into her jacket.

Elliot shrugged, "I'll admit it's a bit strange; but you'd be hard-pressed to find a family without a copy of a fairytale book in one form or another," he paused, Olivia's gaze dropping to her feet, "I think it's just the nature of the case that made you so willing to believe there was a connection; you want to help this family. You're a good cop Liv," he moved towards her, placing his hand on her cheek, forcing her to look up from the floor and into his eyes, "you're compassionate and just want to make things right. We'll get this guy"

The confidence behind his words made Olivia smile, "you flirt"

Elliot snorted, moving his hand from her cheek to her hand, linking his fingers through her own.

"Let's go home," Olivia said, grabbing her handbag as they made their way towards the exit.

"You still haven't told me what you got Maureen," Elliot said, as they exited the precinct and approached their car.

The sadness that had been evident behind Olivia's eyes back in Cragen's office had disappeared; replaced by a playfulness Elliot adored, "you mean what we got her?"

Elliot gave an uneven shrug, "fine, what we got her"

Olivia pursed her lips, as though in thought, "I'm still not going to tell you," she finally said, entering the car.

Elliot pretended to look hurt, "tease"

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"Mmm, that smells good," Olivia commented, sniffing at the aroma that was floating down the corridor in Elliot's apartment building.

Elliot raised a confused eyebrow as he took out his keys to open the door, "it's coming from in here"

Olivia pretended to look as surprised as Elliot's current facial expression indicated he was.

Elliot wasn't buying it, pausing before opening the door, "you in on this Benson?"

Olivia smiled brightly, "you've always been such a great Detective," Olivia replied, following Elliot through the door.

Before they even got the door closed behind them, Elliot was engulfed by four blondes in a bone-crunching hug, "woah!"

"Daddy, Liv, this is fantastic!" Maureen squealed, going from Elliot to Olivia, hugging them both tightly in thanks. After a greeting from Kathleen and the twins, they were left alone again, as the kids returned to the kitchen. It was like a cyclone – a decidedly blonde one – had torn through the entranceway.

Elliot's expression went from 'pleased to see his kids', to 'please explain what's going on' in record speed.

"What?" Olivia asked, laughing at his expression.

"Ok," Elliot said, hanging their coats on the rack near the door, "enough with this routine. What'd you do?"

Olivia shrugged, "I called on some favours. One of my friends from the academy married a chef. I borrowed him for the night"

Elliot raised his eyebrows impressed, "really?"

Olivia nodded, smiling at the laughs that were wafting from the kitchen, along with the aroma of something incredibly delicious.

"Also, one of my friends works in PR. She got me tickets to the theatre," Olivia finished, kicking off her shoes.

Elliot's mouth hung open, "Swan Lake?"

"You bet"

"I tried to get tickets to that for weeks"

Olivia nodded, "I know. Got tickets in a private box - she'll love it," she began down the corridor towards the kitchen, pausing when she realised Elliot wasn't following her, "what?"

He was still frozen in place, "you're incredible," he finally said. The sincerity in his words caught her breath for a second, and she made her way back over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. He kissed the crown of her head, rubbing his hands on the small of her back, "I love you," he whispered in her ear, resting his lips against it.

Olivia felt the sadness and anger ebb away at the feeling of Elliot's arms wrapped around her, "I love you too," she whispered against his chest, closing her eyes at the calm she felt; Elliot's heart beating soundly where her ear was resting.

She pulled back, and before Elliot could protest, she pressed her lips against his; her hand resting on the nape of his neck. His mouth opened against hers, her tongue seeking familiarity against his own. Elliot ran his tongue along the roof of Olivia's mouth, forcing a whimper to escape from the back of her throat.

Elliot pulled back, breathing heavily, "God woman, when you make those sounds"

Olivia smiled as she ran her thumb against his bottom lip, wiping at her lip-gloss that stained it, "come on, they're waiting for us"

Elliot moved his hand down her back and onto her backside, "They can wait another ten minutes," he answered cheekily.

Before she could respond, Elliot's stomach grumbled. Olivia burst out laughing, pressing a chaste kiss to Elliot's lips, "later, ok?"

The promise in her voice plastered a huge grin on Elliot's face, as he finally followed her down the corridor.

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"I cannot believe you got tickets in a private box!" Maureen exclaimed excitedly, pulling the tickets out of her card, "I've been dying to see this for months!"

Dinner had been wonderful. Mark, Olivia's friend's husband had cooked up a feast and everybody looked extremely satisfied. Conversation had been free-flowing and Olivia was still overwhelmed by how easily the children had accepted Elliot and hers relationship. In the beginning, she had fully expected them to be reluctant to accept the fact; almost hostile. However, the exact opposite had occurred and they had enjoyed yet another pleasant evening.

"We're glad you like it sweetheart," Olivia said, sipping the champagne Elliot had poured her, "we'll go out this weekend and buy us all new outfits. How's that sound?"

"It's a date," Maureen said, beaming.

Dickie made a face, taking a bite of his dessert, "I hate shopping," whipped cream spraying out of his mouth, some hanging off his chin.

Kathleen screwed up her nose in disgust, "eww, Dickie!"

Dickie just smiled back, more of his dessert seeping through the gaps in his teeth.

"Don't worry buddy, we'll do something manly," Elliot said, leaning back in his chair, thoroughly stuffed. He rubbed his bloated stomach, turning to Olivia, "I could get used to this"

Olivia laughed, just as Mark poked his head around the corner, "Liv, I'm done here. You need anything else?"

Olivia slid her chair back, shaking her head, "no we're right. Get home before Katie thinks I've stolen her man"

Mark laughed, as Olivia took some of his bags off him to lighten his load. She followed him out of the apartment, the door snapping shut behind them.

The four at the table sat in companionable silence, the only sound was of Dickie scraping his plate clean with his fork.

"I really love Liv," Elizabeth said, breaking the silence.

Elliot turned to look at her in surprise. He knew his kids adored Olivia, but they'd never discussed her or their relationship in too great a detail. The others nodded in agreement, sharing knowing looks.

"I'm glad you feel that way sweetheart," Elliot said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Well, we're glad that you're so happy again, Dad" Maureen replied, smiling warmly.

Elliot's heart swelled; and it had nothing to do with all the food he'd just ingested. He had to agree with them; he was happier than he had been in a long time. His smiled brightened as the source of said happiness re-entered the room.

Olivia clapped her hands together, her stomach twisting in delight at the smile Elliot had on his face when she came back in, "ok, clean up time!"

The kid's groaned, making themselves as small as possible, "It's my birthday, I don't have to," Maureen said smugly, sitting back.

"Fine," Elliot said, rising from his seat, "the rest of your clear the table and Liv and I will take care of the dishes"

Fifteen minutes later and the kids were settled around the television, as Elliot and Olivia cleaned up in the kitchen. The hairs on the back of Olivia's neck rose as Elliot came up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist.

"Are you coming onto me?" Olivia joked, her seemingly steady voice masking the way her heartbeat was raising rapidly. Just his presence had the ability to turn her into a pool of jelly.

Elliot chuckled softly into the back of her neck, kissing it. He moved his head to the left, "Very perceptive detective" he whispered into her ear, kissing the tender spot just below it. Olivia moved her head to the right, giving him better access.

"Your kids are in the next room," Olivia argued weakly, her eyes closing at the sensations he was provoking.

"So?" Elliot replied, moving to the right side of her neck, his tongue trailing up towards her ear, biting it gently.

"So? Do you want to scar them for…" Elliot had found a particularly sensitive part of her neck and she lost her train of thought. He hugged her closer, his hand rubbing down her side and back up again towards her breasts.

"Elliot," Olivia began, gasping slightly, "later, ok? When the kids leave?"

He stopped his ministrations reluctantly, pulling away. She immediately missed his warmth pressed up against her. Elliot kissed the tip of her nose, patting her backside as he left the kitchen. Olivia giggled, shaking her head. She folded the towel she had been using to dry the dishes and followed Elliot into the living room, where Maureen was waking up a napping Dickie.

"We're going to head off before I get too tired to drive" Maureen explained, pulling her gloves onto her hands.

Olivia nodded, following the group to the front door.

"See you next weekend?" Kathleen asked.

Olivia nodded, smiling brightly, "Absolutely. Girl's day out."

Maureen hugged Elliot, then Olivia, "thank you so much for this. It was more than I could have hoped for."

"You're welcome, happy birthday," Olivia said, hugging her tightly.

"Night daddy," Maureen said, kissing his cheek.

"Night baby, happy birthday,"

"Drive safe," Olivia called to their retreating forms.

Elliot closed the door as Olivia walked backwards towards the bedroom, a sly expression on her face. Elliot's eyes darkened, as he watched Olivia's hand go to the buttons of her shirt, undoing one at a time. She raised her eyebrow cheekily at his expression, turning to enter the bedroom. She shrieked when she his strong arms lift her from behind.

"Elliot!" she exclaimed, overcome by a fit of laughter, "put me down!"

"No," he growled.

"Please?"

He looked as though he was contemplating it, "no," he said finally.

Olivia snorted, "You can't carry me forever," she argued.

"I know," Elliot conceded, "you're too heavy"

"Hey!" Olivia said, pretending to sound affronted.

"I'm sorry," Elliot said, placing her back on her feet in front of him. He ran a hand across her exposed stomach, which trembled under his touch, "can you think of anything I can do to make it better?"

Olivia pulled her bottom lip in, cocking her head to the side. She leant forward, resting her lips against Elliot's; a whisper of a kiss, "I can think of a few"

Elliot smirked, running his tongue along her bottom lip. Olivia placing her hands on his waist, drawing him closer, pushing up against him. Elliot captured her lips in a searing kiss, tracing his hand up her body to cup her cheek. He pressed her up against the wall behind her, drawing her leg over his hip. He trailed his lips from her jaw, down to her neck, eliciting a strangled moan from Olivia's throat.

Before he could comprehend her movement, Olivia was dragging him from the hallway, and into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.

"You've got some making up to do, Stabler." Olivia teased shedding her shirt seductively, leaving her in a red lacy bra that barely covered anything and her black dress pants.

"Damn Liv, you've had the red bra on all day?" Elliot whined, groaning at the sight of her. His blue eyes darkened dangerously to midnight with want and need. Her red lace set was his favourite; and she knew it. Anytime she wore it he was at attention in two seconds flat.

"Yeah," she laughed watching as he readjusted him pants that began to look painfully tight. Olivia kicked off her shoes and socks smiling impishly at him; her hands playing over her breast, tracing a hardened nipple.

"I want you, now!" Elliot growled, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her up against him. Olivia gasped at the sudden movement. Elliot grinned at her intake of breath and when she opened her mouth to protest his lips silenced her. He claimed her mouth hot, hard and fast as he spun their bodies and pinned her against the closed door. His hands slipped in between them and he deftly flicked open the button on her pants and shoved them off her hips. Elliot kicked off his own shoes and socks.

"El-" She tried to gasp out in between kisses.

"No, no more talking. Just you and me. I want you so damn bad right now," his voice was gravelly, warming her like liquid fire. His fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them down her legs. He followed their trail, dropping kisses on her thighs as he went. Elliot felt himself harden even more when her scent hit his nose as he knelt in front of her. He caressed her thigh, smiling when she moaned softly. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and nipped at the soft tanned flesh that rested near his cheek, "God, I love your legs," he groaned squeezing her thighs.

"El, please," she practically begged wiggling her hips.

She was about to explode at the feeling of his hands gripping her thighs in an almost possessive manner; exacerbated by his warm breath caressing her core. Elliot smiled, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He softly kissed the soft bare skin between her legs, trailing his tongue through her folds, savouring what was uniquely Olivia. Elliot lapped at her centre, enjoying the moans and whimpers escaping from her lips. He slid two fingers into her body, revelling in the warmth. He thrust them softly inside of her, while he sucked on her clit. Olivia gripped the doorknob to her right, so hard she thought it might actually break off. She could feel Elliot's fingers tracing their names against her g-spot as he drew her clit into his mouth again, teasing it with his tongue. Her knuckles began to turn white as her grip on the doorknob tightened.

"Oh Ellll!" She moaned, clamping down on his fingers as she came.

She loves the fact that each orgasm with him is different. Her body has turned in to jelly and her legs gave out as shudders wracked her body. She fell to her knees, taking Elliot with her, into a heap on the floor. The pain in her knees barely registering in her mind, her head was completely and utterly foggy; and she loved it.

"Ow, dammit!" Elliot groaned, landing unceremoniously on his ass.

He looked next to him at Olivia, who was oblivious to anything except the after shocks of her orgasms. Her palm was resting lightly against her eyes, now hypersensitive to the light. He took advantage of her state to whip his shirt over his head, making quick work of his pants and boxers; sighing at the lessened pressure on his erection. Olivia had finally removed her hand and grinned as Elliot covered her body with his own, jumping when his tip grazed her sensitive sex.

"I guess we're not doing that against the wall again." He joked, her eyes fluttering open and closed, black and glassy.

"We're doing that again wherever. Christ you're so damn good at that," Olivia moaned, letting her fingers play over the muscles in his back. She loved feeling the power that is the essence of him; beneath her fingers and on top of her when they make love.

"I want you." Elliot growled seductively, rubbing his erection into the soft heat of her body.

She leant forward slightly, taking the lobe of his ear between her teeth, "then have me," she whispered before devouring his lips in a searing hot kiss.

He's used to passion and strength from her in the bedroom; but what's emanating off of her right now is pure carnal lust.

She provocatively grinds her wet core into him, "show me how bad you've been wanting to have me," She grins, slapping his ass.

The slap sends Elliot surging forward sliding into her in one swift, smooth motion. He sinks into her like a hot knife through butter, "Ohhh yeah," she growls, holding his hips and thrusting up into him.

"Shit, easy Liv." He groaned.

She's impossibly turned on and it's got him teetering on the edge. He doesn't know what's gotten in to her tonight but he loves it. He's just got to get himself under control first before he can make her lose her control.

He pins her hips to the floor and takes a deep breath. "What's gotten it to you, baby?" He asks, kissing her.

"I want you," she repeats his sentiments, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth.

Elliot moaned into her mouth as he began thrusting softly inside of her. He smiles into her kiss knowing that there's no better feeling than being connected with her on all levels; mind body and soul. Olivia bucked aggressively beneath him, her nails digging painfully into his back. But then again what was that saying about pleasure and pain?

Olivia realized that her desperate want for him stems from the desire he showed towards her in the kitchen and in the hallway. Something about knowing how badly he craved contact with her; that he was willing to risk permanently scarring one of his kids had sent her into a tailspin of want, need and desire for him. Her long legs wrapped higher around his waist, as she continues to indulge her lips again, revelling in the caramel flavour that seems to have taken residence on his tongue tonight. She feels the carpet roughly scratch the delicate skin of her back. She winces slightly when she realises they'll both have rug burns in the morning; but it will be oh so worth it. She moves with him panting in harmony as the both approach the brink of carnal bliss.

"El!" She moans anxiously.

He responds by snaking a hand between their joined bodies, softly touching her clit. Her eyes widen and she explodes, clamping down and trembling beneath him as she screams his name. The contractions around his hardened member wrench Elliot's orgasm out of him.

"Liv." He groaned into her neck, spilling himself into her warm body.

Olivia clung to his spent body wanting to remain connected to her lover, "that was amazing," she whispered weakly against his lips.

Elliot sighed contently, rubbing her thigh, "I know," Olivia giggled as he traced patterns over her damp skin.

Elliot carefully rolled to the slide and let out a pained groan.

"What?" She asked somewhat alarmed.

"I just discovered- I'm too damn old to be fucking around on the floor. Oh Christ, my knees are burning; what the hell?" He growled trying to work the soreness that was seeping into his bones.

Fucking figures, an insatiable sex kitten falls in my lap when I'm getting too old for sex.

"Oh baby…" Olivia cooed rolling towards him only to stop and hiss in pain herself.

"What?" He groaned using the edge of the bed to help him stand.

"Damn, the only room in the apartment that has to have carpet," Olivia griped, feeling the tell-tale fiery sensation of rug-burn dancing over her back.

"Oh honey, I forgot." Elliot winced, feeling her pain. If his knees were on fire than her back had to be killing her.

"El, I think we're both too old for sex on the floor," she laughed sadly, wincing immediately as her back burned, "can we call out in the morning?" Sex god over there is going to be the death of me she thought.

"Come on how about a cool shower and then we can trade body rubs?" Elliot offered.

She nodded rising and sauntering past him. Elliot felt a strong stirring between his legs as he watched her ass as she walked by. Elliot looked down to find himself fully at her attention. Again.

"Hey Liv?" He grinned slyly, following her eagerly into the bathroom.

He found her bent over the tub adjusting the water temperature for the shower. She turned her head to answer him, and found herself face to face with a very excited Elliot.

"Oh no," she laughs shaking her head and standing up.

Elliot grabbed her wrist and hauled her against him, "think we could handle another round in the shower?" He asked, nibbling on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.

Olivia moaned sagging against him, "you're going to kill me, Stabler, you're lucky I love you so much" she smirked, stroking him.

"Oh, but what a way to go," Elliot grinned, following her into the shower, "Oh, and for the record, you're lucky I love you too"