A/N-Hello, readers. This is the last chapter and I'm just so glad all of you have stuck with this lovely little fanfic for so long. This chapter is dedicated to all of you guys/gals. Have fun reading because I had a lot of fun writing this.

That first time me and Elliot fucked (because, honestly, that's what it was) in that hotel room was…surprising to say the least. I don't know if it was the stress of finally getting his heart's desire alone without the precinct's nosy eyes, (you think Munch is bad…try Fin; even when an inkling of alone time that isn't related to a case comes up for both me and Elliot, Fin is always right there) the excitement of finally getting to see my most intimate parts of my body, or something else entirely but Elliot was having a hard time keeping an erection long enough to give either of us some release.

As I sit here on the soiled and sweaty sheets (soiled mainly by my tears of frustration and not any of the obvious sexual fluids that come with having great sex) while staring up at the texturized ceiling that's seemingly mocking my soul while bringing even more attention to the semi-used condoms thrown haphazardly onto the floor as they glistening in the subdued fluorescence (apparently the hotel decided having guests fumble around in "mood lighting," aka semi-darkness, was a great way to cut costs). Sex wafts through the air as I look over at Elliot's face. He's understandably frustrated at his performance (or lack thereof) but as his eyes finally return my gaze I can tell that he's just as amazed as I am that we actually did this (or tried to because of Elliot's performance anxiety).

I want to do something with my hands; touch his face, hold his hands, play with the fine hair that's sprinkled on his chest, something other than stare at him like he's the Pope. Our connection to each other has been officially cemented into each other's hearts now after all of this but I find myself seeking his touch even more than before.

Before I get the chance to speak, Elliot beats me to the punch. "I'm so sorry about my problems with my 'equipment.' You know I'm a little tipsy which makes it a little difficult for me to focus on staying hard long enough-"

I lift myself from the sheets and straddle his legs, stopping his explanation and preventing further movement. I don't normally do this to men but, to my embarrassment, I find my body craving to see him orgasm in an effort to make this real. I didn't even care about my own needs at that moment, it was all about Elliot. If he decides after he sobers up tomorrow that this was all a horrible decision brought on by alcohol then I can at least have this one memory to cherish; Elliot Stabler groaning my name out of his clenched teeth as his finite rivulets of hot sperm flow over my hands, face, and breasts. Just the idea of it makes me groan with mini-orgasmic contractions of my muscles.

"What are you doing, Olivia?"

"I'm currently straddling your legs in preparation to give you a hand job but if that's a problem, now's the time to speak up," I can't help but smile from Elliot's strangled groan in response to my question. "I didn't think it would be."

With a firm grasp of Elliot's quickly hardening member I begin to unconsciously lick my lips at the sight of Elliot being so obsessively wanting of every touch she gave; his hands were full of those same soiled sheets while his veins strained against the muscles rippling from his arms as they locked onto my equally strewn about hair. Each tug caused him to push up against my tensed thighs as he tried to receive even more friction from my slowly moving hands. An unceremonious moan exited the closed gates of my mouth as I witnessed this display of pure masculine beauty that was Elliot. Elliot was trying his best to keep his eyes open and appear unaffected by my actions but the massive pleasure he was receiving was making it impossible.

I never thought I would love seeing a man like Elliot give himself totally to me but god damn it was exhilarating watching his entire body writhe in an effort to obtain even the lightest contact to his erection. He was having no problem keeping himself hard this time, I noticed with a secret thrill running through my loins.

Minutes continued to pass as I pleasured Elliot into submission but because of the lack of lubrication in my hands it was becoming next to impossible to continue at the pace I had set earlier. I'm fairly inexperienced at giving hand jobs but it doesn't take a scientist to figure out that a dry hand on a burning hot erection equals an uncomfortable and embarrassing rash for both parties involved. I look around clumsily in an effort to find something that I could use as a temporary lubricant (I was extremely tempted to dunk my hand into the glass vase with the orchids to use that plant goo as lube…I was that desperate.) before Elliot notices that my hands have slowed down in their efforts to get him off. To my dismay, however, there was an infinite supply of towels with the monogrammed initials of the hotel blazoned across the front (Have you ever wondered why they have so many towels in hotel rooms? I mean, come on, do they expect the residents to drown in the low pressure shower that smells conspicuously like it was made in the same factory that scented soaps, lip gloss, and crayons are made in?) and the refrigerator wasn't even plugged in so using ice or water was out.

As I looked around stupidly trying to find some sort of temporary lubricant, I found myself wishing for some nosy neighbor to knock on the door so I could have some reason to get up and walk to the bathroom. My frustration must have been transmitted to Elliot because he opens his eyes and lifts himself up to my height. "Olivia…do you need some help?"

"No, I'm just…not used to playing with something this big I guess," I wasn't just lying to get out of the fact that my hands were as hot as our bodies. His friendly penis had been transformed into an angry monster, complete with pulsating veiny brilliance and a majestic shade of eggplant. I wanted to please him even more after seeing this display of masculinity that was just for me.

"Sweetheart," Elliot chuckles before lifting his hand to Olivia's face and his other hand extends down to my soaking sex. His fingers begin to play a tune on my inner muscles and I make a shocked yelp in surprise which quickly turns into a pleasurable groan of satisfaction. "Just use what you got, Olivia. You can't really get it wrong…unless you use your mouth. I swear to all that's holy that if you use your mouth, I'm going to cum immediately."

He proceeds to lift his hand away from my center but I push him right back before he has a chance to. With one confused look, Elliot's hand remains lifeless on the outside realm of my sex but with a couple of thrusts onto both of our hands, his face becomes more animated as he recognizes the intent of my actions. Before Elliot gets too lively, I move his hand out of the way and dip my right hand's fingers into my sex and gather up as much of my fluids as I can before resuming my original task of giving Elliot an excellent hand job. I see his face practically fall open in shock as he witnesses me touch myself briefly before resuming his earlier actions; his cock twitches in my hand and, in response, pre-cum begins to drizzle out of his monster briefly before an eruption of the clear fluid flows onto Elliot's sex, onto her hand, and drops to the sheets to be absorbed by the already soiled and sweaty sheets.

Because of my secret excitement in watching Elliot get closer and closer to his climax, my orgasmic high was near as well. Elliot's fingers were playing show tunes in my increasingly rhythmical clenching sex while I was playing tug-of-war with his leaking erection. I didn't ever want this to end but I knew it had to at some point. Elliot was doing a surprisingly good job at holding off the urge to ejaculate at this point but with his hand practically dripping in my feminine fluids as he probed my most intimate parts I could tell that he was on his last leg. I sped up my actions and increased the speed of my rub-and-tugs of his burning sex and suddenly I heard him give one last groan of release before I saw the screaming streams of white globules flow outward from his monster's angry purple head and onto my face and breasts. The stream was everlasting as it pulsed continuously for hours it seemed. I was so surprised at the vigorous flow that I hardly tried to clean up the fluid until the display was over. Elliot's slight sporadic thrusts of his lower pelvic area slowed until; finally, they stopped all together. I was pleased to lick every part of myself that was covered in his ejaculate but I suddenly felt Elliot's fingers thrusting again after his brief break.

God, I didn't realize how close I was until his fingers resumed and I felt my heart racing in a tempo I had become quite familiar with on those lonely nights with just my fantasies to keep me company. Either Elliot was a much better lover than he made himself out to be or I was just extremely turned on by my earlier actions but it felt like my orgasm wasn't just around the corner but practically knocking down the door to my mind. However, despite how close I felt, I knew Elliot's actions weren't going to be enough. I needed a little more contact; something else to take me other the edge. Grabbing Elliot's hair, he looked at me with that infuriating smile and winked before pushing grabbing me by the waist and pushing me onto my back. Now, instead of straddling his legs, I was straddling his waist. I loved Elliot's forcefulness but it still wasn't enough and with a moan of dissatisfaction, I tried to get more contact from his hands back to my sex but Elliot was having none of that. He lowered his body and held my body on the bed with his powerfully strong hands. I was so strung out on my near-orgasmic high that I was honestly hoping he would fuck me with the remote control to the television before I instantaneously combusted into flame and ashes.

"Elliot…please…fuck me, kiss me, spank me…do something," With a slight struggle against his hands I nearly yelled in pent-up frustration. "I'm dying."

That annoying smile was back and I knew that I was in trouble. "Don't beg, 'Livi…I'll do things to you, 'Liv but I need to know one thing. Could you answer that for me or is your mind so shot that stringing together words into one cognitive sentence too difficult for you?"

I groan, hoping it'll be enough of an answer to let me reach the orgasmic heaven.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," He clears his throat and puts on a mock serious face. "Is this weekend arrangement just about sex or is it something else?"

"Didn't I already," Elliot's talented fingers start waltzing around my clit which both prevents me from answering and provokes a moan and weak shuddering from my already exhausted body. "Didn't I answer this for you earlier?"

"No, Olivia. You listened to me spill my guts while you sat there playing the understanding friend role."

I couldn't give him an answer to that question when my entire body was focused on getting that one release that it was craving for. "El', please…just make me feel the way you did earlier and I promise I'll answer all of your questions. Just…please."

Elliot moves away from me and pushes me aside in the same way that a child throws away Christmas toys by the middle of February. He gets up from the bed with a frown that made my whole body cringe in response.

"Elliot, what's wrong? We haven't finished," I said, near tears. "Why are you doing this? It's not fair."

"I'm only treating you how I've been treated, Olivia. I can't have sex with you if we're on two different pages on what this sex means. I don't love you, Olivia. I can't love you without hurting my wife and I'm not going to hurt Kathy because you want to fulfill some half-baked fantasy of the two of us becoming a couple. This is real life. I have responsibilities and so do you."

I furrow my brows and look over Elliot's body. "God, I'm getting so fucking tired of hearing your self-pity. Is it your default emotion with everything you do or is it your default when you're with me? Why can't you just let me have this weekend without…fucking everything up like you always do?"

I stare into his eyes as he continues to stare into my own. I can barely breathe as he walks back toward me and lowers his body onto mine. All I wanted in that moment was to move away from his body heat but I couldn't.

"Olivia. Tell me what I want to hear and I'll leave you alone. Does this mean more to you, 'Liv? Do you love me," I close my eyes as he whispers nonsensical phrases into my ears.

I lift my arms up to grab his face and my eyes close. Not only are my fantasies meeting reality, but now so are my nightmares. Elliot is asking me the one question I can't possibly answer but I know that I have no choice. It was time to face my fear of falling in love with Elliot head on. I reopen my eyes and sigh deeply. This story of ultimatums, responsibility, and love was going to end in heartache but I honestly didn't care about heartache anymore. I'd rather leave my job than keep dancing around the constant sexual tension between me and Elliot but my mind is telling me something different.

"Elliot, of course I love you and I'll always love you regardless of how inappropriate it may be but that love will always be platonic," I say as I feel the tears beginning to flow down my face.

With an exhausted sigh, Elliot finally lifts himself up from my body. "That's bullshit."

"Yeah, I know but…I can't ruin our lives over an attraction. Please, El'," I try to gather my emotions before continuing. "Leave this alone and let me move on with someone else. Don't make me say what I really feel."

"Well, I can't do that, Olivia. I can't just ignore that you love me and continue this charade of friendship. What do you want to do about this besides getting each other of our systems?"

"Nothing, Elliot. I don't want to do anything except our agreement for this weekend."

"That's not enough, Olivia. How does that solve the problem?"

I can't answer that and Elliot knows this. For the first time since I was partnered with him so many years ago I feel absolutely no tension between the two of us. My fear of falling in love with Elliot was directly related to my fear of telling him how I really felt and now that I had told him (with little fanfare or drama) everything began to fall into place.

I was finally free of fear. I was finally free of Elliot Stabler's hold over me.