Sadly, I don't own any of them. They are forever bound to Dick Wolf and his imagination.

The awkward and dorky ideas belong to me Collette Daniela©

"Elliot, are you joking?" She asked in too serious of a tone.

"What?"

"Are you lying?"

"No, baby what are you talking about?"

"That. Still calling me baby. Elliot, why? You love me?" She sounded accusatory until she said, "El? Say it again… and I'll believe you".

Knowing exactly what she needed to soothe her doubts, he stood up, smoothly spun his partner around and dipped her. They felt each other's hearts racing. He ran his hand under her chin and lifted her face up to look in her eyes. She stared back into the mini oceans in his. "Elliot." But she was silent for so after long that Elliot separated his lips to speak. And so did Olivia. In one breathe, and at exactly the same moment, they both whispered "I love you."

Elliot's heart stopped. Ohh my God. Mother of Mary, ohh my God. She said it.

It was beginning to hurt both of them to stand in this position, Olivia leaning so far back in his strong, majestic, warm arms. Arms that were wrapped around her, protecting her. She leaned up and kiss him. Just a peck. She didn't move away after. They slowly stood up, making sure to stay just as close to each other. She draped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up just high enough to come in gentle, then deep and passionate contact with her lips. She obliged, sliding her tongue along his bottom lip, letting him in. This was different than last time. This was slow, this was sweet, and they had never felt more nervous, but never more at ease. His hands travelled down to the hem of her pj top and he tugged at it. At the same time, Olivia's hands moved to his chest, then down his arms and she laid her hands over his. They broke the kiss to catch their breath, but they never lost eye contact. Olivia was scared shitless. She couldn't decide which she wanted more, to maul Elliot's mouth until it was the morning, or to run for the door.

"Olivia, you'll always be my best friend, before anything else. I love you."

She blinked. She closed her eyes, smiled, and took a deep breath.

"Come on, it's late, let's get you to bed."

She turned with a wild look in her eye and a dangerous smirk on her face. "Not without you."

Elliot froze. He wanted it so bad. He wanted her so incredibly bad. His hands were still attached to her hips, he could feel her shaking. She can probably feel me shaking too.

"Why don't we just lay down for a bit? Okay?

Elliot followed Olivia to her bedroom with his hands still at her waist. Silently they lay down, now facing each other. She peppered his jaw line, ears, and neck with kisses.

Still in shock Elliot quipped, "You love me, Benson."

"Since New Years Eve 1999, Stabler," She whispered in his ear, with hot breath. She resumed nibbling his ear lobe as her hands lay on his neck.

"Ohh my God, baby-"

She cut him off. "I lied, Elliot," Moving back to look at him. "I think I like 'babe' just as much as 'baby'. Because if it's coming out of your mouth, I'll take anything." Elliot gazed the flawless smile beaming from her face.

Before she started work on his ear again, Elliot took the chance to stop her. "Baby. Babe." He took a deep breath and sighed, let's….not do this tonight. Let's get some sleep, I want to hold you all night long honey." Scared that she was feeling rejected, he leaned down and let his lips caress hers. He lingered around her lips afterwards, eyes still closed, heart still pounding. Olivia rolled out from under him, grabbed the lamp and shut of the lights. She rolled right back to her former position and whispered, "Only if you kiss me goodnight."

Here came another passionate, perfect, heated kiss. In seconds they were wrapped around each other on her twin size bed. Elliot knew he just said he didn't want to do this tonight, but he ran his hands under the back of her shirt anyways, caressing her and bringing her closer to him. She grasped at the back of his back, scraping her nails along his bones. It drove him crazy; he growled her name and bit at her bottom lip, gaining moans from both of them.

A moment passed. Time just stopped. Another moment passed. She couldn't breathe. Elliot rolled away from her only long enough to flash on the lights.

"Ohh my God. Liv!" He shouted. She was seizing. "Olivia, honey." He held her head knowing there was nothing he could do for her. He looked around hoping her cell was in her room. After a few moments he found it and let go of her with one hand to make the call.

"Detective? You can come in now."

Elliot stopped biting his nails and rushed into her hospital room. Ohh lord. What happened to her? She was awake but barely coherent. Liv. Tears rolled down his cheek. He turned to the nurse.

"What happened?"

"She had what's called a partial seizure. We found traces of an anti-seizure drug in her system called Lamotrigine. She must have stopped taking it very recently. Do you know anything about that?"

Elliot was fuming. He felt his face redden. His fists so tight he almost drew blood. He chocked on his tears. "No."

"Well, we'll be by when she's more alert, but she's going to be fine detective. Right now she's just drowsy from a sedative we gave her."

The nurse left.

"Olivia." He dropped to his knees. He lowered his head and started sobbing. "You're my partner." He stated obviously, not knowing Olivia was not almost fully awake and paying attention now.

"And your best friend, who lets you live on her couch so many times that one night you start calling her baby."

Ohh my God, Liv! He looked up. His vision cleared. "Honey!" He leaped up and hugged her head, since the rest of her was hooked up to machines. She felt the tears drop off of his face and onto her head. She held his arm and caressed it with her thumb. She never thought he could care this much. That's when she felt his whole body shaking, so she nudged him off of her and pulled him into the hospital bed next to her.

"Look at me. I'm alright. Come here, come here. Listen on the count of three we breathe alright? 1…2…."

"Three." Elliot whispered then took a breath with the woman he would forever protect.

"The nurse said something about an anti-seizure med, Liv, what the hell is going on?"

She ignored that fact that he just snapped at her while she was still in the hospital and replied "Look, I…when I was eleven I kind of…got the shit beat out of me."

Elliot's face turned to anger. "What?" He spat. "Serena? You told us she never ever…"

"I lied, Elliot. Anyways, right afterwards I had a seizure. She was too drunk to do even care. I had like three more before I finally had one at school, so they called a bus, brought me here and put me on the anti-seizure meds. I've been on them ever since."

Silence.

"Shouldn't Cragen have to know about this, don't I? I'm your partner, we're just out chasing somebody some day and you have a seizure what would I have thought?"

"Well, what did you think tonight, El?"

"I thought…that I had never been more scared, and that, we should never ever kiss again so I don't send you into convulsions."

Liv smiled, leaned in and kiss her baby on his cheek. Then his nose, then his lips.

"First of all, I'd say that we we're doing a whole lot more than kissing. And second of all, it won't happen again. I'll go back on the drugs. I thought I didn't need them, but my life just got a thousand times better, and I wouldn't want to screw that up now would I?"

"Can we do that again? 1…2…"

"3" She smiled. "Will you grab a nurse for me, babe?"

"Yeah, why, are you okay?"

Fine I just want to get out of here. Hey, does the team know that I… that this happened?"

"No, but I think that they should, Liv." He kissed her head and left the room.

"And you promise you didn't tell him why I was there?"

"I promise, Olivia. I told Cragen that you had an emergency that kept us out all night and that we'd be in at noon. He said take the whole day unless Munch or Fin gives us a call. Promise."

It was almost 7 now. About the time that they had to be at work. They had all day to play.

Olivia walked over to her best friend and draped and arm on his shoulder. When he looked at her she smiled that magnificent smile that he loved to see. He lifted her into a hug, but knowing what she wanted he said, "Olivia, honey, you at least need to sleep first. Did you listen to the nice doctors? You're not even supposed to go to work for a few days. I swear to you," he released their grip on each other to see her face, "Olivia Benson, I swear to you that we will do this, and soon. Trust me babe I want you so bad. But you have to sleep first." He expected her to wander off to her bedroom, pissed off and rejected, but she just smiled at him.

"What?" He said with a smile, and a bit of a chuckle.

"That's how I know you're it. You want to know how many men have put me or my safety, or even my sanity before anything? None. You're stuck with me now, Stabler. Partner, best friend…"

"Fiancé," Came from the man with a smug look on his face. "Kidding, Liv. Juuust kidding. Come on, let's go close our eyes."

She obliged, only so she could dream about what would become of their afternoon.

Elliot let her sleep a little while longer. They had gotten no calls from the team, or anyone else. Not that there was anyone in particular who would call either one of them.

He opened the fridge door and reached for the eggs. Half of them were cracked and in a horrible oozy mess. Liv. You really don't know anything about cooking or food, do you? Let's see, maybe pancakes, nope, no eggs. I'm starting to realize it's really hard to make breakfast without eggs. She's got frozen waffles and a Double Dutch ice cream in her freezer. That's it? Cereal it is. He changed his mind when he saw the date on her milk. About three weeks expired.

He heard Olivia padding out of the bedroom, her hair a mess, her pajamas twisted up, and her make up rubbed everywhere. Deliriously, gorgeously, magnificently beautiful.

"I never believed you when you said you lived on delivery."

"I don't cook. I don't shop. I don't lie."

"Well are you hungry? We could have your freezer-burned waffles. I was going to make us a nice breakfast that we could sit over and tell all of our dreams and secrets and fantasies to each other."

Olivia just smiled, still groggy. Without a word she retraced her steps back into her room, with Elliot following closely behind. She lay down, facing the center of the small bed. Elliot straightened up his side before slipping into it.

"I'm scared." The words escaped from her mouth without permission.

"Me too."

"You ready?" She asked.

"Are you?"

"Absolutely."

By this time their hands were interlocked but they let go and explored each other's bodies. Their kisses were soft and their breathing chaotic. Elliot slid his hands down and up back through her shirt. He let his hands warm her as he felt her chills. Slowly he pulled up the old shirt of his that she was wearing, terrified of not being able to turn back. They split apart to discard her clothing but found each other again like magnets. Olivia slid a hand into his sweat pants. She wanted to feel around but instead she just tugged them as far down as she could until Elliot kicked them off. Elliot cupped his right hand around her left breast, tracing circles with his finger. Olivia pushed him away long enough to throw out his shirt she had been working to get off of him. He kept trailing around her nipple, and also drew his left hand to meet her hips. He yanked down her black sweats earning a groan from his loved one. When they found themselves both completely nude Elliot guided Olivia's leg up across him. Olivia had her hand massaging his dick. She was scared alone by its size. Elliot, still engrossed in her breast was already dizzy and knew he needed her.

Reading his moans and yelps, she guided him to her core, pulled away from the kiss, locked her eyes with his, and pushed down on him.

"OLIVIA."

Her head was bent all the way down, her nails dug into his skin, and she clenched her teeth. It hurt so bad but she didn't stop leading him into her.

"Liv. Ohh my god. Wait Liv, stop. Stop." He stopped both of them from moving another centimeter when he saw her tense body. She looked up at him, tears and rejection in her eyes.

"It doesn't hurt, keep going. Please, Elliot." Then she whispered, not wanting Elliot to hear, "I'm not letting you down."

He heard. He heard and his heart broke. How could she ever let him down? She was perfect. They remained still until Elliot thought of what to do.

"Babe, look at me. Breathe with me, relax, 1…2…3!"

As they breathed they scootched in closer, their chests tied together, their arms still pulling each other closer.

Olivia just whimpered a "Please." Elliot nodded back, knowing, hoping he knew what she wanted.

He pushed the rest of his way in her and he could feel her relax. She tossed her head back, showing it didn't hurt anymore, and raked her nails along his chest, bringing him that much closer to his climax. She scraped her hands over every inch of her body, but she still never made a noise.

"Liv, honey, let go. Say my name. Please?" He grunted, inbetween kisses and thrusts.

She just looked at him like he was crazy. He leaned his head down and took her nipple inbetween his teeth and rolled it around as it grew and grew.

"Ohh God Elliot!"

He smiled but he didn't stop. He ran his tongue across her bead to see what else she could scream. But at the same time, he had to keep suppressing urge to let go himself and cum. He'd wait for her no matter how long it took.

"El. El. El. El. El." Was all she could get to stumble out of her mouth.

He ran his hand down to her mound and found her clit. He exposed it and rubbed it in slow circles, but then sped up when he felt her walls throbbing.

Both knowing that they were waiting for each other, she looked at him and nodded. She stopped biting her lip to scream "NOW!"

They froze. They tensed. They clenched. And finally, they let go, relaxed, breathing and then they realized that they were both crying.

"I forgot to tell you," Elliot spoke, "First, you have the most beautiful soul I've ever seen, and second," he kissed her nose, "I love you more than the stars and the moon and the sun."

"I love you, you cheeseball."

They lay, limbs tangled together, until they both fell asleep. And they would sleep until evening, and do it all over again.