Disclaimer - Dick Wolf, NBC, and I don't know who else owns SVU, I don't. If I did... Benson and Stabler would be banging like bunnies... Mrs. Cannon owns the lyrics.

*A/N - This fic is based on the song After Tonight and I believe it's on M's album 'Charmbracelet' though I'm too lazy to look it up. Check the lyrics if you'd like, because... I don't wanna.

Elliot Stabler was a Catholic man. A very married Catholic man. A very married Catholic man that at that very moment had his cock buried to the hilt inside his partner of the past ten years. It was the middle of the afternoon in July in New York City, and stifling hot. Since the precincts air conditioner had gone out, and there were no active cases, Captain Don Cragen sent his detectives home, instructing them to leave their phones on.

It was Olivia's suggestion that they get ice cream and spend the day inside under her air conditioning watching movies, since Kathy had taken Elliot's kids to visit with her parents for the week. The only problem was, when they arrived at her apartment the electricity all over the city was knocked out due to a power surge.

"Start the movie. I need to change into something breathable," Olivia stated walking towards her bedroom just as the light she'd left on in her bathroom went out.

"What the-" she flipped the switch two or three times before deciding that the bulb went out, but before she could get to the closet for a new bulb Ellliot called out.

"Hey Liv?! I think the powers out!"

"Oh you've got to be shitting me!" she cried, making her way back to the living room, flipping light switches as she went. "It's too hot for this bullshit!" she whined.

They ended up going out to the park with a couple of those little battery powered fans that sprayed water. The ones you could purchase at Disney World for the stupidly insane price of ten dollars, trying to stay cool. Her apartment was just too stuffy, but as the sun began to set they decided to head back to her place, stopping at a grocery store on the way to get a bag of ice and more ice cream that Olivia prayed wouldn't melt before they got home. That damn ice cream must have been stocked by Satan himself because it was the root of all the hell they were going to get into during the aftermath of their tryst.

The eventual events were not planned. Hell they weren't even thought of as they entered the apartment.

"El, dish out the ice cream, while I go and find some candles," sOlivia instructed, noticing how dark her apartment was already.

Suddenly she heard a thump, then Elliot exclaiming 'Dammit!"

"Uh, you alright?" she called out.

"Yeah", he answered. "Just killed a spider." Olivia shuddered, and silently thanked God that Elliot got it. Olivia Benson wasn't scared of much, but spiders were her phobia.

Pushing thoughts of arachnids roaming her house in the darkness to the back of her mind, she found the candles and lit them, This proved to be useless because in the end they decided that they'd eat their ice cream out on the fire escape. Her apartment was still too stuffy. They were eating and talking about everything and nothing when Satan's ice cream decided to make it's move.

"Liv, there something-" Elliot began around a mouth full of the cool creamy concoction, his spoon pointing in her direction. Olivia being tired, hot and enjoying her ice cream totally misunderstood what he was about to say. Dropping her bowl of ice cream, spoon and all she began swatting at herself and shrieking. For some reason she suddenly remembered the spider Elliot had killed earlier, and assumed that somehow a hairy creepy crawly was on her person. She never even felt the melting liquid ice cream that dripped from her spoon onto her top.

"Get it off! Elliot get it off!" But her partner sat stunned and wide eyed for a moment before he burst into laughter, nearly dropping his own bowl.

"El it's not funny!" she was still swatting, but her shrieks had turn into whimpers and Elliot looked to see there were tears forming in her eyes. It sobered him instantly.

"Olivia! Hold still, let me-"

"Hold still my ass!" she cried tearfully, "There's a spider on me!"

"Liv, there's no spider." Elliot informed her calmly, nearly laughing again as she stopped mid-swat. In fact if he wasn't sure she'd kick his ass and throw him off the fire escape, he'd be cracking up.

"Wha-?"

"You spilled ice cream… there", he pointed. There was a moment of silence as it dawned on Olivia what he'd said, and he couldn't hold his laughter anymore.

"You-you-" she spluttered at Elliot who was laughing so hard there were tears rolling down his face. Letting out a frustrated cry, she turned and climbed back through the window to her apartment, with half a mind to lock him out on the fire escape, but he was right behind her.

"Bad ass Benson my ass!" he shouted between breaths as he followed her inside before she lunged at him, but he was ready for her. Grabbing her wrist in mid-swing, he grabbed her other arm and spun her so she was pinned against the wall.

"Now, now Olivia. None of that." he was grinning at her and she just wanted to smack it off his face, and she would have but suddenly she noticed how the candlelight flickered across his features as his grin turned into a sexy smirk.

"Get it off." Her voice was lower than she'd intended, sounding incredibly sexy. Elliot gave her a confused look before she spoke again.

"The ice cream. Get it off." He'da almost forgotten what the hell she was talking about, but at her words his eyes instantly darted down to her cami just over her breast where her ice cream had dripped only minutes earlier. The low cut tank she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and all thoughts flew out the window when he noticed their proximity, and the desire that was rolling off her in waves. Without warning he removed one of his hands, instead using one hand to hold both of her wrists. The other he used to pull down her tank before lowering his head tonguing the ice cream, before slipping his tongue lower over her nipple.

And that it how it began. Now, here they were in Olivia's sweltering apartment, fucking like there was no tomorrow. Both were oblivious to the sweat that was pouring from them, making her even more slick as Elliot pounded into her. The only sounds were their moans and cries, and the sound as Olivia screamed her climax.

"Shit!" Elliot cried as her inner walls fluttered around him. "Liv! I'm gonna... where?!" And Olivia said the dumbest thing she could have ever said to her partner. Her very married partner that she shouldn't be fucking in the first place. She wasn't on birth control. He wasn't wearing a condom, and the fact that he had four kids proved that all his little swimmers didn't need floaties.

"In me El."

It was three hours and four rounds, or four hours and three rounds later when they ended up in her bedroom after sharing a cool shower. They were silent, contemplative when Elliot spoke, thinking that Olivia's even breathing was a sign that she was asleep.

"God forgive me, I love this woman so much." Olivia was glad that she'd opted to lay cradled in his arms, her back against his chest. Otherwise he'd more than likely feel the the tear that rolled down her cheek and onto the pillow case as she thought, 'What happens after tonight?'

A/N: Once again, report any flaws to me!