a/n: WOW! Yes, it has been a long time since i have updated. I'm sooo sorry; i've been super busy! And i know this chapter isn't as long as i hoped it to be (probably the shortest one i have written) but i didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. xoxo

CHAPTER 15

"You tell Stabler the news?" Cragen asked over the phone.

"Ah, no not yet." Dean said as he got out his pj's from his suitcase.

"Waiting for the last minute?"

"Have you met Stabler's temper?" Porter quipped.

Don laughed on the other end of the line, "He'll thank us in the end. Besides, I'm sure he is dying to spend some time with his new baby."

"What about White though? Are we sure Stabler is going to be safe?"

"He'll be safe; we have a whole team set up for him and his family. We are pretty sure that White is working alone and that his time is running out. With out getting medical help for his injuries Melinda said that he probably doesn't have much time left. So he's probably more focused on getting to Olivia…"

"Yeah, that's great news." Porter said sarcastically.

"Aren't you peachy, today." Don smiled into the phone, "What's the matter? Benson giving you a hard time?"

Dean sighed and closed his suitcase with a loud thud, "Yeah, something like that."

"Well maybe you guys can get back on track now that you will be playing husband and wife."

"Yeah," Dean said a little bit more hopeful, "Maybe we can."

EOEOEOEOEOEO

Elliot walked into the vanilla scented bathroom, "Elliot!" Olivia called to him as soon as she heard the door open.

"What? What is it? Are you okay?" He panicked.

"He didn't rape me! I remembered!" She said as her body wiggled in the water sending soapy suds on to the floor.

"Oh my God." He said leaning down over tub.

"Kiss me! Kiss me now," she demanded as she brought up her hand to his shirt and practically pulled him in the tub with her. Her mouth was red hot burning his lips as she crashed them into his. Her tongue instantly invading his mouth and taking him to a place he had never been to before. Her mouth overpowered him causing him to loose his balance on the now soapy floor.

Before he even realized it, he was in the tub with her. He opened his eyes briefly just to make sure he didn't get her cast wet when he fell. His clothes were now soaked; but he didn't seem to mind, or notice for that matter. Her hands ran through his short hair as her mouth continued to make love to his.

He leaned her head back separating their lips so he could taste her skin. His lips traveled along the length of her neck his lips burning from the taste of her. He ran his hand along her outer thigh and squeezed it gently, "Jesus, you taste so good, Liv."

"You too," she moaned. "Take me to the bed," she moaned softly into his ear.

Elliot let out a groan as he crashed his lips on hers hard, "You have no idea how sexy that sounded, and how long I have waited to hear you say those words." He placed one last hard kiss on her mouth before repositioning himself, so he could scoop her up in his arms and carry her to the bed.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEO

He rolled himself off the rat infested couch. The pain was so bad, and he needed something quick; anything to dull the pain. He reached for the bottle of Vodka he stole during his last outing. He was getting worse, and he was running out of options and people.

Jargen's agreed to drive him cross country; said he had a Doctor buddy there; however, he never got to see his Doctor friend. He sent Jargen to get him some medicine; on his way back he saw a fleet of cop cars at the local station house. He turned right around and told White they had to move, and fast. Jargen pushed him out of the car somewhere along the thruway. The son of a bitch stole his car. He had to use public transportation to get to the store. Richard White did not take public transportation! Richard White did not have to steal his alcohol! He placed the bottle to his lips again; holding it there until his eyes began to water. Every second that passed he thought about the woman who was making him live his life this way, and every second he thought about how he was going to kill her.

Jergen's was his last hope at tracking her down. He promised he would help him! Now he was left to fend for himself! His body was so full of rage; the only way to calm himself down was envisioning his hands on Olivia Benson.

EOEOEOEOEOEO

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," he said as he looked over her fantastic naked body. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Olivia slapped him playfully, "Stop!"

Elliot laughed, "What? You are!" He said running his hands over perfect body. He pressed his lips to hers, along with his body. His erection was pressed up against her stomach, and he wanted so badly to climb on top of her; however, he knew what had happened the last time so he held back. Letting them touch each other while they were both on their sides; therefore, neither one of them actually having control.

He was surprised to feel her move over on top of him; surprised and turned on. He smiled up at her; bringing his hand behind her neck and pulling her forward. Her lips crashed on to his and he could feel her smile through the kiss.

"You sure about this, Liv? I mean I would understand if you didn't want to do this. 'Cause you know we can wait…I'd wait for---"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. She plummeted herself on him, her deep folds burning as she took every inch of him into her. When she was completely successful she looked down at him, "The waiting is over, Detective." She said playfully and began to move up and down on his harder than hard member, causing a groan from Elliot that she had never heard before. She almost came instantly as she bounced around on top of him. She wanted to hear that noise again, and again. She loved the fact that it was her who was doing this to him.

"Oh my God, Liv. You feel so good; so fucking good."

She tried to respond but the words did not come out, her voice was failing her; saying nothing that could pass as words.

"What was that, Liv?" He joked as he pressed his lips to hers as she continued to move over him.

"Fuck," she whispered as the sweat began to build all over her body. Beads fell from in between her breasts, and Elliot wasted no time to lick them up. His lips were on her breasts sucking on each of them like his life depended on it. His hand gripped her hips tightly so he could steady himself.

"I love you, Olivia," he said softly.

"I fucking love you too," she moaned unable to keep a coherent thought in her head; she was stunned that she actually got that out.

"Jesus, Liv. I'm not going to last," he moaned. He was actually surprised that he had held out this long. The moment he saw Olivia in the tub he nearly wet himself. His orgasm came flying at him; his body losing control and fast, "you're on the pill, right?"

Not even thinking about it she moaned, "yes." Because that was her normal response. She had been on the pill since she was 15 years old. So when she automatically said yes; it didn't hit her immediately, "Wait! Fuck!" She yelped when she remembered that it was the one thing Casey had forgotten to pack.

But it was too late. She felt his body escalade to the point of no return, his humping and thrusts signaling the end of his orgasm had already taken place, by the time he got the words, "Huh?" out of his mouth he was already coming, hard into her and her eyes were rolled back so far into her head that she had forgotten what they were just talking about. Her body bounced on top of his riding him harder than she had ever done so before. The minute she felt his release in her, she did the same.

She fell forward onto his chest and tried to regain her composure. It took her about 6 seconds before she realized what had just happen. She quickly sat up and hopped off the bed, pulling Elliot abruptly from her body; the cold air hitting him immediately.

"No, no, no…" she muttered over and over as she ran her hands through her hair. Panicking? Yeah, you could say that.

Elliot felt like he had done something that triggered something from her attack. He quickly got up and went over to her, "Did I hurt you? Oh my God, I'm so sorry--"

"Huh?" She turned to him and saw the fear in his eyes and she quickly relaxed; knowing what he was probably thinking, "Oh…no honey." She said wrapping her body around his, "It's nothing like that…it's just…uh…I…"

Elliot pulled her closer to his body, "What, Liv? Tell me."

"I didn't even think about it. I just answered…I wasn't thinking I guess…I…fuck. I can't believe I forgot," she said more to herself than to Elliot.

"What, Liv? What did you forget?"

She took a deep breath and decided to bite the bullet, "My pills were never packed…"

"Huh?" He said not understanding what she was trying to say.

"Casey never packed my pills."

Finally it dawned on him, "Oh."

"Yeah, 'Oh'…and…I um…am…I'm…fuck this is so bad, Elliot. I'm…"

"Ovulating." He finished for her.

"Yeah."

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, but thought about it for a minute, "Well, there is nothing we can do about it now…besides, what's the worst that can happen? We have a beautiful super Detective baby?"

She couldn't help but laugh at that, "You're wonderful, you know that?" She said kissing him on the lips.

"You make me wonderful." He said kissing her on the forehead, "Come on, lets go back to bed and snuggle; we have a big day tomorrow." He said taking her hand and leading her back to the bed.

EOEOEOEOEOEO

Dean Porter wanted to bang on the wall next to him and tell them to 'shut the fuck up!' Each pounding against the wall put a little dagger through his heart. He wasn't an idiot; he knew Olivia and Elliot had the room next door, and he knew exactly what they were doing. But just incase he didn't, they threw in a loud moan or two just for good measure.

He wanted to beat Elliot senseless. Porter had been with Olivia for months and he had never heard that type of moan come from her ever. What exactly was he doing to her? Maybe he was hurting her and he should go check on her…

"Fuck," he moaned and pulled the pillow over his head hoping to drown out some of the noise. The only thought that calmed his boiling blood was that Elliot was going home tomorrow. Oh, how Stabler was going to hit the roof; well paybacks a bitch, he thought.