A/N: Ok, so in case you didn't know by now, these chapters do not form a cohesive story, and they are just individual one shots dealing with Olivia's promotion! LOL Also this is a strong M for E/O's filthy potty mouths and sexual acrobatics ;)

"Jesus Liv, you have really let this promotion go to your head. I'm not your fucking bitch just because you have rank over me now." Elliot stormed ahead of her down the stairs of the one six. He was so sick of her bullshit ever since she took Cragen's place. It was more than obvious that she was just trying to prove she was worthy of the position and had been bossing him and the rest of the squad around for the past two weeks. She especially seemed to have it out for him.

"Elliot stop!" She shouted as she rushed down the steps behind him to grab his arm. "You can't just walk away like this without checking with me first."

He pulled out of her grasp and turned to face her, taking a stride closer so that they were standing on the same step. "Let's get this straight…you have no control over me and I'm tired of you thinking you do," he practically growled in her face.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked, running her hand down the length of his arm. "Oh, I don't, huh? I think I can prove you wrong on that, Stabler." Her voice was low and seductive and it caused a stirring in his groin.

He took a deep breath and decided to call her bluff. He may have had to answer to her in the office, but outside of work he was curious to see how far she would take her new found power. "And how do you plan to do that, Captain?"

His eyes widened in surprise as she cupped him through his pants and squeezed, right there on the precinct steps. "Come home with me and I'll show you." Her eyes twinkled with mischief and he couldn't refuse.

eoeoeo

They'd made it to Olivia's apartment in record time and she now loomed over Elliot who was beneath her on the bed. She knew she was abusing her authority with him at work, but she felt he deserved it for all of the times he'd undermined her throughout the years. Now she also had the opportunity to use her control in the bedroom, something she'd always fantasized about, but never had the courage to act upon.

Now she had Elliot ready and willing and she planned to take full advantage.

Olivia rolled her hips over his erection and slammed her mouth over his, dipping her tongue inside to play with his own. She sighed as he groaned into her mouth and clutched her hips, pulling her down against his him hard. So hard. Everything about him was hard and it sent a surge of wetness between her thighs.

She rolled off of him abruptly and crossed her room to sit on a chair, chuckling lightly at the look of confusion on Elliot's face.

"Take off your clothes," she breathed.

Her bedroom was dimly lit by only the light she left on in the living room flooding through the half opened door, but she could clearly see the expression on his face. He was most definitely turned on.

A light breeze from her open window caressed her overheated skin as Elliot knelt on her bed and began to undress, all the while holding her wicked gaze. She knew she could teach him to enjoy taking her direction.

After he was stripped down to his boxer briefs, Elliot sat back down on her bed and gave her a cocky smirk.

She dragged her heated gaze slowly down his amazing body, drinking it all in until she reached the reason for that smirk; the huge bulge in his shorts was definitely impressive. She licked her lips and lifted her chin at him. "Remove those too."

"You remove them for me," he shot back, still attempting to remain somewhat stubborn.

Olivia smiled and walked over to the bed and crawled over him. She straddled his hips and ran her hands down his chest and torso, then leaned down to run her tongue over the defined cuts of his lower abs and across the line of his waistband. She pulled at it with her teeth and looked up at him as he watched her with hooded eyes. She smiled around the material when she heard his breath hitch, then released it, causing it to snap harshly against his skin.

Elliot hissed and fisted her hair in his hands. "Liv," he warned.

She sat back up and rubbed him through his boxer briefs once before going back to sit on the chair across from the bed. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, attempting to relieve some of the tension building within her.

"Off," she commanded once again and this time he did not hesitate.

She moaned softly as he slid out of his underwear and tossed them on the floor at the foot of her bed in front of her. His chest was heaving as he waited for what she would tell him to do next, and she felt her cheeks burn with heat at the power he was finally allowing her have.

"Touch yourself for me."

"Liv, I-"

"Now, Detective."

"Fuck," Elliot released a sharp breath as he lowered his hand to curl around his erection. He closed his eyes and tried to fend off the feeling of embarrassment and focused on the fact that the object of his desire for the past decade was sitting close by and practically panting in excitement over him. He began to stroke himself slowly, his hand running over the smooth skin of his hard dick as his pulse began to quicken even more than it already was.

"Elliot," Olivia practically whimpered as she bit her lip and watched him pleasure himself. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

He sucked in a deep breath and released a shaky groan. With his eyes still closed he continued to run his hand over himself, this time a little quicker and with more pressure. "Your soft hands all over me, your lips, your tongue…what it would have felt like if you kept going just before. If you ran your wet tongue over my cock and took me into your hot mouth." He swallowed loudly and took another shuttering breath. "What it would feel like to give you the same favor… to taste you for the first time then sink deep inside of you…I know you'd be so fucking tight, Liv. I know it."

"El," she whispered and she struggled to regulate her breathing. She stood from the chair and undressed quickly to then stand in front of Elliot, close to the edge of the bed. He opened his eyes and took in her body as he twisted his hand around himself again, his thumb circling the head of his cock. "Now touch me."

Elliot moaned as he moved to end of the bed and started to trail kisses over the smooth skin of her stomach as he rubbed a finger over her clit. He felt Olivia's nails begin to dig into his shoulders and he dipped just the tip of his finger inside of her entrance. "So fucking wet, Liv." He looked up at her breasts and face, her full lips moist and parted, her head thrown back. She was moaning repeatedly and the sounds when straight to his dick. Just as he was about to pull her into his lap, she turned around and sunk down over his erection, surrounding him in her heat.

"Lean back," she gasped as she began to move over him, rotating her hips and grinding in his lap slowly, facing away from him.

He immediately complied. "Oh, God Liv, I can't- I can't touch you this way. I need to…"

She cut him off by leaning further back, forcing him to drop down on his back as she bent her elbows, her forearms holding her weight on each side of him on the bed. He tried to thrust, but it was difficult in this position and it was driving him insane with want. He curled his hands over her hips to help guide her movements as she rolled her hips.

"Do you want me to turn around?" She teased as she craned her neck to look down at him.

"Fuck, yes…I need to see you and –"

"I'll turn around, but then you can't touch me."

"Liv, I get what you're trying to prove, now just-"

"No. I'll only turn around if you say you won't touch me until I give you permission." She smirked and clenched her internal muscles around him as tightly as she could.

"Shit! Okay." Before she could move again, he tugged her hair back and licked up the side of her neck and nipped at her jaw. "Let me see you, baby," he growled.

Olivia shuddered at the tone of his voice and pushed herself up and off of him. He immediately slid back further onto the bed and she moved to slam down over him roughly. "Oh, God!" She felt him start to pump into her hard as she rode him at a feverish pace. She looked down to see him watching her breasts sway as his fingers gripped the bed sheets. His face was flushed and his forehead was beaded with sweat.

"Liv, please, I need to put my hands all over you. You're killing me here," he panted out his plea and she licked her lips, aroused with the control she had over him.

She scratched her nails down his chest and over his thighs, as she leaned forward and spoke against his lips. "Make me come, Stabler."

With a growl, he flipped her over and drove into her, pulling her leg up so that her ankle rested on his left shoulder. "God, you drive me crazy, Liv. You're so fucking sexy and you feel unbelievable."

Olivia whimpered and gasped for air as he ran a hand over her breasts to pinch at her nipples, then dragged it down to circle her clit. "Faster," she commanded.

Elliot grunted as he obeyed and picked up the pace. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and grit his teeth, trying to hold on so that she would come first. He felt her writhing beneath him and he knew she needed to let go now before he disappointed her.

Olivia reached out to sink her fingers into the flesh of his ass cheeks and shattered around him, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure. "Oh, fuck!"

"Olivia, so fucking good!" He came almost violently immediately after her, shaking as he collapsed on top of her, pushing her deeper into the mattress.

"El?" she groaned as she nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his cologne.

He lifted up to support himself by the forearms on either side of her head, running his hands through her hair and planting kisses on her face. "Hmm?"

She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled. "Think you're finally at the point of admitting that I'm the one in control now?"

Elliot snorted. "In bed? Hell yes. At work? I'm getting there…but, I'm thinking you might have to explain it to me one more time…"