I got this lovely idea from a Sherlock Holmes fanfiction and I just could not resist this, even if it is completely out of the realm of anything these two would ever do. But I guess that is the purpose of fanfiction...

He thought it was fairly pointless to attempt paperwork when he felt like his eyeballs were about to bulge from their sockets. But he knew that if he did not at least get something done, he would face the wrath of Cragen when he sidled into work the next morning and he wasn't sure he could handle that this week.

What he needed was a good fucking release to relieve the tension but hell if he were to ever get one.

He could do it himself but that was no fun. In that instance he felt like a horny teenager who was a desperate for a girl but could never attain one and wanted to avoid planting his seed all over his bedsheets for his mother to find in the weekend laundry. Both scenarios seemed wrong in every aspect so he settled with being celibate for far too long because he craved the actual woman instead of just his left hand.

And that actual woman was none other than Olivia Benson.

He had sworn to himself that he would keep his dick in his pants until she came back from that undercover job but he was finding it increasingly difficult to curb his desires. She had been in his bed every night since he had finally decided to man up and tell her how he really felt when he was inches away from losing her and he was certainly at a lose for words when she had told him she had an undercover stint to pull off and she wouldn't be around for a few months. She had apologized time and time again for leaving him with the worst case of blue balls but he didn't really think she could be too sympathetic.

He had just reminded her that she would owe him when she returned.

And praise the divine above, Olivia Benson was back in her native grounds of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit, ready to see Elliot Stabler again and fulfill her promise. She was flashing him the smuggest of grins to let him know that she hadn't forgotten and that she was hell bent on making up for lost time.

He stared at her with a slack jawed and wide eyed expression as she walked seductively over to him, glancing behind him momentarily to determine if they were alone. He mentally kicked himself when he remembered that his colleagues had all said their goodbyes hours ago and he was the only occupant.

Which meant they were free to do whatever the fuck they wanted.

And fuck they would.

She was never a hesitant person when it came to him, never cautious or bashful when they were intimate. She spun the desk chair around to face her and she leaned over, giving him a magnificent view of her breasts right before she pressed her lips against his in a kiss. She kneeled down in front of him, grabbing hold of his calves and applying light pressure with her fingertips. Her hands, though not loosening their grip on him, slid from those calves to those thighs she had surely missed and began to massage him with what could only be deemed as intent.

Intent to drive him absolutely insane.

She took the initiative to divest him of his last vestiges of clothing from the waist down and she gazed longingly at the sight of his erection. He could only imagine what sort of ideas were spinning through her mind at that moment and it only made him harder thinking about it.

He could feel her voice vibrate with a purr as she went back to his flesh, placing languid kisses over his skin until she reached his length. She avoided that part of his anatomy first and moved to his balls, where she took one in her mouth with ease and seemed content to stroke the other with her fingers. She was using this particular maneuver to render him speechless and he found it most effective.

What that woman could do with her tongue.

He spread his legs even wider, immensely enjoying the sensation of her tongue laving him at the very base of his penis. This earned her a moan that escaped his lips and she smiled against him, her tormenting tongue continuing its assault as it danced slowly over him. By the time her moist lips slid over his crown, he was positively aching for the pleasure and he raked his fingers through her hair in an attempt to pull himself together.

Suddenly he heard the door to the precinct swing open and he knew the footsteps of his boss were soon to follow. They exchanged looks of panic seconds before he entered and Olivia barely managed to conceal herself from beneath the desk. "Cragen?"

"I see you have finally decided to tackle that moment of a molehill," Cragen chuckled as he nodded towards the mile high stack of paperwork on his desk. "Glad to know someone is doing it."

Elliot opened his mouth to reply but all that came out was a croak. This was apparently enough to alarm Cragen, his eyebrow quirking at the unusual state of one of his finest detectives. "You okay?"

"Just dandy," Elliot managed to choke out. He was utterly relieved to discover he could form coherent sentences, even if they were a bit stilted. But then this notion was lost when he felt Olivia snap out of her tactful inactivity and return to the deed of lavishing his erection. He could feel himself spiraling to the edge and he knew that if she made him come right then, it was something he'd be hard pressed to hide from his vigilant boss.

"You might want to get your partner to help you out with that paperwork."

"I highly doubt," Elliot said through clenched teeth. "that Olivia would have any interest in helping me out with this mess."

This earned him a rather sharp nip on his inner thigh to which he had to hold back a scream. He was perilously close to climaxing in front of his boss and he wasn't sure he could bear the humiliation if he did. It took everything in his goddamned power to think of something other than Olivia.

"Have fun with that," Cragen added with a sincere smile. "I will see you bright and early in the morning."

"What the hell was that for?"

But he rather forgot why he was protesting when her lips curled back around him, knowing that this action could silence him far better than words could. He was being sucked down into that hot, soft throat and pinned down with iron hands so as not to writhe.

It had been months since they had become lovers and he simply could not fathom how she could blow his mind time and time again, how the ecstasy of her lovemaking astonished him. He could not understand it nor could he explain but what he did know was that nothing compared to having her in every capacity.

It was that thought, interestingly enough, that pushed him over the deep end.

He could now begin to understand why people killed one another for this.