A/N: Thanks again for all of your wonderful reviews, and I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story. I gotta say, I'm having a lot of fun writing about all the things we'll (sadly) never see our two favourite detectives do to each other :) Keep reading and reviewing, and I'll keep writing. Enjoy!

These Games We Play
Chapter 3 -- A Not-So Spontaneous Combustion

He threw her down on her bed, which lay unmade from their encounter last night. He was insatiable, and he couldn't get enough of her even as she hit the mattress and he stood at the foot of her bed, devouring her with those sapphire pools of his.

"Then we have a deal?" he asked, crossing his arms with a grin.

He had lost his shirt somewhere along their voyage to her bedroom and he stood before her in only his slacks, his toned muscles exposed for the world to see. But she knew he was meant for her eyes only, as did he.

"Elliot, for god sakes!" she exclaimed, "Leave it to you to turn sex into a challenge! Why can't you just fuck me and get this over with?"

"Because," he shook his head, "As I said before, you're the one who started it."

She sighed, slamming her fists against mattress. He was frustrating her to no end, bringing her to the brink of her climax only moments ago, before leaving her teetering on the edge. "Fine. Whatever. You have a deal. Now come here; didn't anyone ever tell you it's impolite to leave a woman waiting for you?"

His grin widened, "That's a good girl."

He made quick work of his belt, his pants dropping to the floor and landing with a clunk, "So, what do I get when I win?"

"Ugh, you cocky bastard!" she shouted, throwing an easily evaded pillow in his direction. "First of all, you're not going to win. Secondly, do you think I give a shit? Hurry up and get inside me before I lose my mind, and we'll figure out the terms later!"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Works for me."

His boxers were soon discarded and joined his pants on the floor, revealing his proud erection. Just the sight of his member was enough to make her come, a pool of wetness already gathered between her legs. Suddenly, she began to feel nervous. Just what had she gotten herself into? This wasn't going to be an easy bet to win…

He climbed atop the bed and began to crawl toward her like a lion stalking its prey. She saw this, scooting further back to the headboard with a smirk of her own, just to tease him. He caught her feet and surprised her, dragging her closer to him and straddling her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

His voice was low, harsh, and demanding. It frightened her, but excited her at the same time. Before she had time to come up with a witty comeback, his mouth collided with hers, sucking the breath right out of her. He bit down harshly on her bottom lip, drawing blood that he soon licked away. It wasn't enough to hurt her, but she knew she wouldn't be so accepting in the morning, when they had to go to work and she had to explain a swollen lip to the guys.

She moved her head to the side, his lips dragging across her cheek until he caught her earlobe between his teeth, teasing her.

"Elliot," she whimpered, as she felt his hands slowly make their way up her abdomen and over her ribcage to cup her breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands. Every time he touched her, it just proved that she was made for him.

"Yeah, baby?" he asked, rolling her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing lazy circles around the other.

"Please…," her voice came out small and squeaky and he had never seen her so vulnerable. It turned him on, how trusting she was of him; she was baring her body and soul, trusting him to treat her right. He would… but not before having his wicked way with her.

"How badly do you want it?" he asked, stopping his assault on her ear and trailing kisses down her neck.

"You know how bad I want it," she said more sternly than before.

He laughed at her defiance and as she reached for him, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She could feel his smug grin against her skin, as he sucked on her collarbone. She wanted to punch him in the mouth, and at the same time, steal his breath from it… if that made any sense.

"That's my Livy. Defiant as always," he said, before continuing on his way, placing kisses over her heart until he reached her fleshy mounds, eliciting soft whimpers from her angel-like lips.

"El…"

He traced circles around her nipple with his tongue, never touching the nub and giving her what her body so badly desired. "I need to hear you say it," he said forcefully, blowing cool air on her nipple until it became painfully hard.

"Bad, El," she finally gave in, "I want it so bad."

Pleased with her answer, he took her nub in his mouth, sucking it hard as she groaned and writhed beneath him. Finishing, he moved to the other, greedily taking as much as he could in his mouth and lapping away.

"Enough foreplay, El… I need you in me…"

"Hang on, baby," he replied, pulling his face from her chest and positioning himself at her entrance.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against her folds, which were drenched with her arousal. He swore he felt his dick twitch, and he knew there was no way he could be gentle with her tonight. He needed release, and judging from her whimpers, so did she. But he wasn't about to give it to her so easily, either. No, he wanted to drag her out as long as he could until she couldn't stand it any longer; pay back for the precinct and for being so self-righteous as to think she could win a bet against him.

"You're so wet for me, Liv," he whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, "I'm going to put my cock in you. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for me to stop, you got that?" he asked roughly, pulling her hair.

All she could do to stop from screaming was nod and bite down hard on her bottom lip, but nothing could prepare her for him. When she felt him forcefully push inside of her and fill her to the hilt, she couldn't suppress her scream any longer and she clenched her eyes shut as tightly as she could to try and deal with the pleasure coursing through her body.

"No," he grabbed her face, "Don't close your eyes. Look at me."

Obeying his request-- no, demand-- she pried them open and was met by that dream-like gaze of his. And when he looked into her eyes and saw the same look of pure, blissful agony he wore in the precinct only magnified ten fold, he almost came right there.

"Jesus, Liv, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, pulling out only to slam back in just as hard, "Do you even know?"

Unable to form words or even coherent thought, she nodded in response. Her mouth opened slightly and she made a soft, mewing sound until he stopped inside of her and she moaned in frustration, "Tell me."

"Yes El, I know! God, I know!" she cried, waiting for him to continue pounding into her. And he didn't disappoint.

Hooking her left knee with his elbow, he pushed it forward until her knee nearly touched her shoulder, granting him better access and a new angle for him to thrust into her. She clenched the sheet tightly with her fists, biting her bottom lip as hard as she could. She could taste the blood, but she was far from caring.

"God, El, just… don't stop!" she moaned again, as he penetrated her from a new angle.

"How good is it, Liv?" he asked her hoarsely, feeling her walls clench around him and his control starting to slip away. He was amazed he had gone this long without coming multiple times already; the second he was inside of her was enough to push any man over the edge. But he wasn't any man. He was her man, and he wouldn't stop until she was thoroughly fucked and knew damn well that he was hers, and vice versa.

"It's good El," she whimpered, clenching the sheets at her sides even tighter, "So good…"

Repeating his previous action, he hooked her other knee with his elbow and pushed it forward for maximum penetration. He could feel the tip of his throbbing manhood bumping against her cervix each time he impaled her; he'd never been so deep inside of her before, and he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

He closed his eyes as she clenched harder, and he almost slipped away until he remembered their bet, dragging him back from the edge of oblivion. This was the perfect chance; looking at her face contorting in pleasure, her eyes shut from the intensity of it, she didn't seem lucid enough to realize there even was a bet.

"Who's is it, Liv?" he asked her, sweat beginning to gather and glisten between their bodies. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

She mumbled some incoherent response of what he assumed were partial insults, until he pulled out completely, causing her to scream in protest.

"Who's is it?" he tried again, rubbing himself against her folds.

Unable to stand it any longer, she finally gave in, "It's yours! God, it's all yours!"

He couldn't contain his smile; there was only one step left, and then they could both find release. He rewarded them both by slamming back into her and filling her completely once again.

Never in her life could she remember being fucked like this. She hadn't been with a man long enough for him to figure her inside out and give her exactly what she needed. She felt like a virgin all over again, only she was enjoying herself immensely more than her first time, which was a disappointment, to say the least.

"And who am I?"

As she opened his mouth to satisfy his ego, she suddenly remembered what he was trying to do.

"I bet that I can get you to scream my name by the end of the night."

She clamped her mouth shut as tight as she could to try and stop herself from losing what dignity she had left. In all of her life, she had never lost a challenge, and she couldn't now. She just couldn't.

"I… uh… El…," she moaned, as he began to slow the pace into deep, languid thrusts.

Apparently, she was more lucid than he thought. But he really needed to hurry up and win, or else this was going to end roughly; he could feel that familiar, tingling sensation in his balls and it wouldn't take long now.

"Liv," he groaned, a bead of sweat dripping from his temple, "Who am I?"

She shook her head wildly from side-to-side, resisting him as hard as she could. He laggardly licked up the side of her neck before taking her lower lip in his mouth, "Come on, you stubborn girl. Say my name."

"I can't… please…," she choked, tears forming in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks, which he eagerly lapped up.

She wasn't sure which caused her tears; the pleasure of him filling her so completely, or the pain of being so close to her climax, yet so far away? That golden kaleidoscope and dizzy feeling indicated she was near release. She could feel her entire body begin to tremble, a rumbling force building in the bottom of her stomach and waiting for him to release it throughout her body.

He reached down to where their bodies connected in the most intimate way, swiping a finger over her hyposensitized nub, and that was the last straw.

"Elliot! Elliot Stabler!" she finally screamed.

That was all it took for them both. She was seeing stars and her entire body tensed, conquered by an overwhelming pleasure. He moaned loudly, her walls milking him for everything he had and he granted their request, spilling into her.

"I love you, Liv!" he cried out to her as his climax overcame him, then collapsing on her in exhaustion.

A few minutes later, when the brilliant array of lights and electrical currents had subsided, they lay together, him still inside of her. They were both panting heavily and even though he had no breath left, he reached for her chin, tilting it up to meet his lips in a searing kiss. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, closing her eyes and relaxing into his touch. She had never shared such an intimate moment with anyone in all her life, and more tears began to fall.

"I meant what I said," he whispered, brushing a tear away with the pad of his thumb, "I do love you, Olivia. Never question that."

She nodded, a smile spreading across her tired features. He brushed a sweaty, chestnut lock from her eyes, meeting her smile with his own and placing a soft kiss on her perfect lips, swollen from his greedy expedition of her mouth.

"I love you too, El."

And just when she thought they had shared such a tender moment, he had to ruin it with his goddamn smirk and his goddamn mouth and his goddamn arrogance.

"I won."