AN: Sorry for the delay but you know how life goes. Enjoy the next installment!

He needed to wash the remnants of the horrific case off of his body. It had been a long, strenous day with a case that had worn him out so badly he could barely blink an eye anymore. And yet, for some reason, as exhausted as he was, no way in hell was he going to be sleeping tonight. At least not after what he'd witnessed.

He supposed the only solution was to bide his time by visiting his partner. When in doubt, show up unexpectedly to your partner's apartment and flash that infamous grin of yours so that she just can't stay mad at you.

It worked everytime.

He was lucky that Olivia was such a sucker for him when he made her melt with that Stabler smile.

She had given him a key after his divorce, claiming that he always had a back up place to crash if the going got rough. Which, for him, seemed to be on more than one occasion. He used the piece of metal only once in a blue moon but tonight would be another one of those times.

He knocked first, and when she didn't answer immediately, he assumed it was safe to make an entrance.

"Olivia," he called out but it garnered him no response. He furrowed his brows in confusion, wondering why she didn't answer as she usually did: What the hell are you doing here, Elliot?

All he got was silence.

Until he heard the noise in the distance; the running water coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Olivia Benson was in the shower.

Now he knew perfectly well that this was a natural hygiene habit of many, but he gulped heavily, the image of Olivia in that state dancing through his raunchy mind. It was a sight to behold.

He needed to keep it in his pants. He was beginning to resemble his teenage son which was not something he particularly liked. Then again, there was no denying he was a guy and he figured it was God given right to become aroused at the thought of his beautiful partner in the shower.

He carefully turned the knob on the bathroom door so as not to disturb her and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. The closest he'd ever come to Olivia like this was when they had worked an undercover job and she had pranced into the room in just a bra and panties acting as a call girl to save his ass from a bunch of pigs.

But this time it was her, all her.

Certainly sans the bra and panties.

It was essentially crystal clear, with the exception of the condensation that was already clinging to the sides of the glass panels. But it definitely wasn't misty enough to obscure his view.

And what a view it was.

She was everything he had imagined she would be.

And more.

Without taking his gaze off of her, he began to peel away his clothing. His movement must have alerted her and she jumped slightly, surprised to see him at first, but then she stayed perfectly still, watching and waiting for his next move.

He knew that modesty probably should have been an issue by now, but his lower region clouded his insecurities. He divested himself of his last vestiges of clothing and slowly but surely slid the glass door back. Her mouth was slightly agape as if she was struggling for her words and he smirked, evidently proud of himself that he had the ability to cause her to become speechless.

He backed her into the wall behind them and leaned forward, one palm pressed against the still cool wall. He lowered his head and let the steamy water pound his flesh. It sheeted down every hard, lean inch of him relentlessly.

"What the hell are you doing here, Elliot?"

And there it was, the question he'd been waiting for. As much as she tried to make her voice give the impression she was protesting, she wasn't doing a very good job. She couldn't hide the fact that his little interruption wasn't totally unwelcome.

"I came," he breathed, his mouth hovering over hers. "for you."

His lips captured hers for the very first time in a heated kiss. He forgoed the foreplay and instead chose to ease her lips open and explore the new territory with his eager tongue. She gave him a moan in return, splaying her hands across his muscular shoulders. He let one hand tangle itself in her wet hair, the other snaking down in search of parts more suitable for teasing. She broke away from his kiss, her head lolling back and her breath shallow.

He simply couldn't resist sliding his hands over the length of her body, etching her cuves and the planes of her body into his mind. He'd anticipated this scene for so long and he was going to make damn sure he didn't miss anything. And so far, he was succeeding in that department.

His deft fingers found her breasts, teasing her cleverly. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore of that torture, he bent his head and took a nipple into his hot mouth. This action elicited another moan and she pleaded with him to speed up.

As if he could.

So this time his erection found a place hotter than the shower ever could be.

Those hips that he had seen walking away from him so many times before packed a whole lot more power than he ever thought they could. She moved her hips against his in the perfect rhythm as if it came so naturally to her. They seemed to fit together without really knowing how, but he liked it that way.

And as he felt her body become stiff and firm, he pulled her close, which didn't seem to be close enough, and let her fall. He joined her and they both let each other's names roll off their tongues, clinging to one another as they rode out the incredible sensations.

It took her a few seconds to regain her normal breathing pattern but as soon as she was able to form coherent words, she stared up at him. The look on her face matched his own; exhausted beyond belief.

But one thing was for certain.

He realized they'd never actually gotten clean.