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Chapter: 12

Title: Principals of Lust Pt.2

Summary:Detectives Olivia and Elliot are known for their compatibility and performance as partners in the SVU. While a partnership like theirs would usually result in one bad mishap, the two seem to have their feelings undercontrol. While everyone can clearly see they have deep feelings of unconfessed love for each other, cliche they themselves have not noticed. How hard is it to suppress such emotions when they are together? Just how trying are their lives as partners? What happens when the two are put through severe trials in order to test their loyalty, trust, devotion, honor, and their love? Just how far will the other go in order to protect their secretly beloved? Read to see how the Gravity of their love is defined.

A/N: You guys are so spoiled, you know that right? I swear. I wasn't planning on churning out a smut until a couple more chapters from now... Sigh. I have to rewrite my entire idea sketch for this fic now... (But thats alright because you guys are so fabulous and you spoil me with reviews :3 (Many many thanks!))... Or maybe I'll just use it for my next EO chapter fic. Though, it fits more with Gravity of Love. Or maybe I'll just rewrite the idea sketch a bit and fit it into this story because this story is not ending any time soon... Kathy and Dani still have to come into play... As well as Porter... Kathy will die, don't worry. Dani gets her ass BEAT by Liv. Just cause I want that to happen, mwaha. Porter dies. Hate him. So he has to go. Geezal I am the vindictive one!

OMG! I'm sure everyone saw the teaser for Undercover!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! Olivia looks like she both kicks ass and gets hers handed to her by some security dude! Where the hell is Elliot?! I sure hope he is the one who saves her... Though I bet its Bill Pullmans character... I don't even know dudes name because I don't fucking care! That douche bag needs to get the fuck away from Olivia!! Go screw Dani or something. She'll screw anyone. OR better yet, find Kathy LOL Or go gay... Do SOMETHING!! Just stay away from Liv. Is that too much to ask?? Hmm?? Anyone agree?? Lets all form a group on myspace or something, somewhere to request EO. We should ALL send in letters to NBC and Dick Wolf. Anyone wanna do that?? Email me so we can get this going, e, now get to reading reviewing and then go to my email and lets do this! We've been loyal to the series for years, least DW can do is give us what we want... It would make the series so much better. That way we can have hot scenes between them, interrogation room fluff, crib fluff, work in general fluff... Stakeout fun!! And what the hell a whole lot more!! Hell, he can even read all the EO fanfics and go from there. Give us a contract to help out. Hell, why not?? We'd make him rich, so whats he got to lose? Fans? PLEASE!! The fans will be making up the show, so of course we'd all watch!! We made it!! Okay... Calm down... One, two and Three.

Sorry about that... Couldn't help myself. Well, here is your smut. Begins later in the chapter.

Oh and I am still working on my smut for A Night to Remember. Seems my computer doesn't want to open that document... bleh.

Read. Review. Enjoy!

Olivia groaned to herself. Sleeping with Elliot definitely wasn't a bad thing, though it wasn't a good thing either. She didn't even know if she moaned his name in her sleep. Her body didn't want to obey her at all this morning; images of Elliot and his hands working her over and over again made her weak. She hated that he had such control over her. It made things complicated during stakeouts. She couldn't even look at him! For one look would've pushed her over the edge and she would've said screw the mission, I want you now. And she wouldn't jeopardize any case by doing that. Nor would she toss their partnership out of the window just because she wanted to fuck him senseless every god damn day. She wasn't the type to give in, but she knew that if the option presented itself; she would sure as hell give into temptation.

Elliot had been gone when she woke; all but a note and her clothes were left. She hated the fact that Cragen had told them they could spend the next few days off, and then turn around to take it back and give them the two days ifthey went into work later that night and finished up some paper work. God, did she hate it when he did that. She couldn't stand being with Elliot alone at the precinct, at night. The precinct had been one of her many, MANY locations for her fantasies. The interrogation room, crib, and their desks were to be exact. Her heart fluttered at the thought of Elliot taking her later that evening. She'd have been able to predict him for ten years, and now she wasn't so sure. After he'd kissed her when she was out, she didn't know what that man would do. He seemed to be taking alot of risks lately. Buzzing Kathy off and going straight for her. Admitting he loved her without making sure she were asleep or not...

She still needed to confess to him of course. Though, it wasn't that easy for her. She'd always had bad luck with men. Whether it was her profession that made them run, her inability to commit that made her run, or just the fact that she had intense feelings for her partner that made her want to be available for him at all times. Of course, any and everytime she'd had sex during the ten years she'd known Elliot; she couldn't have a decent orgasm unless she thought of him. And in the throes of passion, it was his name she called. Which always resulted in the man she was with pulling out and leaving her just like that. Not that she cared; she only wanted one man. The same man she'd been calling her partner. The man she had often fantasized about on a daily basis. Each fantasy she could vividly remember, as if it had really happened. There was the interrogation room; where Elliot had her pinned to the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist while the friction pumped in between them. There was the desk fantasy; where she was sitting on his desk only to have him spread her thighs and swipe everything off of the desks. Where he'd push her down and pin her arms above her head as he pounded into her tight wet cunt. There was the crib fantasy where he'd made passionate love to her on the cot she'd proclaimed as hers on the first night she slept over. There was the stakeout fantasy, where he reclined his seat back and she rode him so damn hard it made him scream him scream her name. And in each fantasy, she imagined the sex would last for countless hours.

Olivia could feel the heat swarming inside of her and pooling between her thighs. She could feel herself already dripping wet from just the thought of her and Elliot. God, she had wanted him for years. Always watching but never touching. It was the unspoken rule between them. They could stare and even want, but never get. And she was fucking tired of it! She hated the fact that their own pact had been torturing the hell out of them! Not allowing them to have any fun whatsoever. It sucked and quite frankly, she was tired of it. So tired, she wanted to toss out that rule. Say fuck it and just fuck him!

'Jesus Christ, get a grip!' She reprimanded herself mentally when Elliot walked into the room. She was glad she had already gotten dressed in the blue denim jeans that Casey had brought in and the red tank she often wore.

"Cragen said we could drop by there later." Elliot suggested, shrugging his shoulders forward. He was hoping they could talk about the kiss; about the possible feelings he thought she might have for him. Though, Olivia wasn't much in the talking mood right now. Not in the talking mood at all... She'd much rather throw him down on that damn bed and have her own damn way with him. Yeah, she'd love to do that.

"Great. That gives me time to grab a shower. Its almost noon now. Which gives us a few hours to kill before we wonder into hell." She offered a smile as she stepped past him and out of the room. She was glad the doc had finally decided to send her home. Staying in that hospital bed was killing her; she couldn't relieve herself with Elliot at her side and with the nurses popping in and out at random. She hated that and enjoyed her privacy very much.

"I figured we could spend the day at the park." He grinned, holding open the door for her as she stepped out into the beaming sunlight. That was always an incredible sight. Elliot fought hard to control his raging hard on at the sight of her in skin tight jeans and a tank. The jeans rode low on her hips, providing him a view of her tanned and toned mid-drift. Her tank rose every step she took, hugging to the hourglass curve she had. If there was a Goddess that was sent to Earth, and if there was any such thing as a perfect woman, by God he had been blessed with her. Olivia Benson; the best damn detective there was out there. The most sexiest at that. It wasn't often someone like her accepted the job. Most of them were afraid to get their hands dirty, but Olivia just loved digging in the mud. She would be the first to chase down a perp, and the last to call it quits.

His kinda gal.

"Spend the day at the park? Funny Elliot, I never figured you for a strolling kinda guy." She quipped, getting into their car as she laughed gently. The wound on her shoulder wasn't bothering her that much, and the other wounds she had, she wore with pride. Might as well add to the collection she had started ten years ago.

"I'm full of surprises." He grinned while getting into and starting up the car. Another rule they had; when one was either injured or too tired, the other would drive. And since Olivia had just lost her car again(A/N: Kathy's ass is just bad luck PERIOD!), she had no other way of transporting herself home. She opted for a cab, but knew he would insist since the captain had oh so thoughtfully stationed him at their place for the next two fucking days.

'Fan-fucking-tastic' She thought with a sour face.

How the hell was she going to survive the next few days? She was already so damn horny, the pulsing between her thighs was becoming unbear-fucking-able! The only thing she wanted to do was go home, take a nice cold shower, and pleasure herself with the image of Elliot plastered in her mind. How could she do it with him there? She knew her voice would carry, and she'd be damned if she kept quiet.

"I bet you are." She sighed, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. She was stressed, that much was obvious. Elliot knew she didn't mind him coming over her place, but he knew she loved privacy. Plus, he wanted his own privacy. He was already squirming in his seat, trying unsuccessfully to hide the bulge in his pants. He'd never be able to explain it to her if she saw.

'Sorry Liv. I just find you so god damn delicious and sexy, it drives me insane. Would you like to fuck?' He couldn't say that! She'd kill his ass for sure. Not that he'd mind of course; her strangling him would turn him on. 'Jesus, get a grip.' He thought with a sigh. When they finally reached her apartment, it was late. He cursed himself for taking a wrong turn. Just goes to prove his mind has a mind of its own...

"Do I have to map out directions to you?" She asked, flashing him a glare over her shoulder as they made their way up to her apartment. She'd been scolding him for the past hour, complaining about how many times he'd been to her place and where the hell he thought he was going. He, of course, didn't have any great answers, so he simply apologized and laughed at her inability to stay angry with him. Just why was it so hard for them to be accusing to the other anymore? Normally, they could stay mad at each other for days, loving the arguments because it gave them a reason to be blunt and to talk to the other. Or cast unnecessary glances at the other. The sexual innuendo that constantly hovered over them everyday was proof of their desires, even though neither were ever willing to admit such feelings.

As Olivia stepped into her apartment, Elliot closely following behind, she gestured towards the kitchen and couch. He knew the hand signs, get what you want and make yourself at home. She'd headed into shower, giving him the time he needed to think about his voluptuous partner. He smirked at the thought of how much sexual tension coursed between them. He had never thought Olivia Benson would turn out to be such a tease. Even though she didn't know she were teasing him... or did she? Elliot could remember a time they were working on a rape case. The man had raped over forty-four women. When they further investigated the series of rapes and murders, they traced the man back to Olivia's old apartment complex. Here he had been living next to her. It wasn't to their surprise that when they canvased his apartment, he had hundreds of pictures of Olivia. The son of a bitch had stalked her for years; waiting for the opportune moment. Elliot remembered the day they were interrogating him; how he seemed to undress Olivia with his eyes. The vivid memory placed a disgustful taste in his mouth.

Olivia had been sitting directly across from Mr. Corbin, her eyes seething with the anger pulsing through her veins. She'd trusted that man, liked him even. Yet here to find out he was a sick and twisted serial rapist with the hots for Olivia. Elliot had been standing behind her, rage surging through his veins. He wanted to slam this mother fucker against the wall and then beat the living shit out of him until he begged him to stop. No one screwed with Olivia like this. No one. No one looked at her the way he was looking, and no one touched her the way he wanted.

"Why don't you tell us where you stashed your last two victims?" Olivia questioned, her voice demanding. Even then it was a turn on for Elliot. Even with his body itching to tear the man in front of his Liv apart, he wanted her more.

"I'd like to stash you baby." The comment had pushed Olivia over the edge as she stood and slammed her hands down onto the table, leaning forward. The man merely smirked; she had been wearing dark blue denim jeans that hugged her hips and rode low beneath her naval. She'd donned a white tank with a black button up over top, which she had unbuttoned due to the weather. Her cleavage showed, which only caused the mans attention to go elsewhere. Elliot couldn't complain either, he had a great view of her perfect ass.

"You sick son a bitch. I hope you rot in hell for what you did." And with that, his partner had left the room. Elliot had watched her storm out; his eyes momentarily flashing the desire he felt. He had quickly straightened himself; clearing his throat as he glared at the man in front of him. The smirk had never left the perps face. And the things he had said to his Liv pissed Elliot of more than anything.

"You've got one sexy ass partner, Detective." Corbin had licked his lips, rolling his shoulders slightly as he thought of Olivia's pissed off demeanor. "How can you stand it?"

The question was meant to throw Elliot off, and he knew the man was getting a kick out of this. Hell, who wouldn't? It seemed as if guys got into trouble just to be interrogated by Olivia. Elliot knew he was one lucky son of a bitch to be her partner, and he planned on keeping it that way. He was the only one who could stare at her with lustful eyes. The only one who could touch her when he wanted. And he was the only one could could ever fantasize about her. That privilege, along with seeing her in close to nothing, was all his.

"Its tough isn't it?" The perp continued, eyes hazing over in desire as he stared at the two way mirror. "You want to touch her, fuck her even..." He grinned, the words coming from his mouth caused Elliot to stiffen. At least the man spoke the truth. "You want to push her against the nearest wall and screw her until she can't cum anymore. But you can't because your her partner. What a bitch that must be."

Behind the mirror, Olivia was watching Elliot intently. She'd observed the way his eyes flashed with anger and with desire. That had to have been the day she realized how Elliot felt about her. And since then she had purposely teased him.

"She's not your type." Elliot stated, moving a bit closer, that vein pulsing. Olivia was listening, the captain stood silently behind her anxious form.

"Oh, so she's yours then?"

And before Elliot could do anything, Cragen had pulled them out and sent in Haung.

Elliot had hated that case; the perp having been the only one who got to him over his partner being incredibly beautiful. He remembered staring at her when he'd left the interrogation room. They had just stood for several minutes gazing at each other. All the while Elliot could feel his pants tightening at the sight of her leaning on the wall; her tank had risen above her naval, her pants riding low and he could see her toned abdomen muscles. Her button up shirt was open, revealing her perky breasts and perfect cleavage. He had to go home early that day.

Olivia sighed softly as she stepped into the steaming hot shower. Her body relaxed under the burning assault. There wasn't anything like a hot shower to relieve stress and tension. She smoothly slid her hands through her hair, and then she heard something. She listened intently, and then she heard it again.

'What the hell...' Her body instantly froze when she heard Elliots' voice moaning her name. 'He couldn't be... right here?'She quickly tried to ignore the sounds, but her body seemed to spark. She could feel the pulsing becoming more intense. Damnit, why did he have to come home with her! Olivia cursed herself for having such feelings for her partner. She closed the shower door as she slipped her hand in between her thighs, her fingers working her clit. She let out a moan, imagining it were Elliot who was pleasuring her.

Elliot really hated to masterbate inside Olivia's apartment, especially when she could come out anytime. But he needed to relieve himself slightly. He wouldn't let himself get too far. Otherwise he'd have to explain a mess he didn't want to make. Instead, he had only slipped his hand into his pants for a few tugs, until he'd heard Olivia's soft moaning. He tried hard to concentrate on something else, really he did, but it was useless. Instead, thoughts of last years case came popping into his mind.

Olivia had deducted a case once again; giving her two cents on what she had thought had happened. She was right; though the FBI and IAB needed to know just how it was done. And so, she and Elliot were ordered to do a reenactment. It was tough, especially when they had to pretend to have sex. Clothes on of course. They had to argue; something Elliot hated doing. They had to fight; something that turned Elliot on. She'd taken her foot beneath his legs and swept him off his feet. She'd sat on his crotch, her eyes lighting up at the feel of his rigid cock trying desperately to pierce clothing. He'd then in turn, flipped them to pin her down. That was when he had to reach for the vase and swing it at her head. He hated that too. After that, the two had to struggled to their feet where they'd hit the wall, and she had to wrap a leg around his waist. All in an effort to push him away since he had her hands pinned, of course.

"What happened after this detectives?" An IAB director asked, raising his brows at their compromising position.

"He'd pressed into her; making her head bash into the wall, and her body almost go through it." Olivia prompted, nodding to Elliot to put pressure on her. Their bodies grinded against each other, and both had to bite back a moan. The wall had begun to crack slightly. "See that? Just a little bit of pressure and the wall will go. He must've slammed her into the wall for it to give way completely."

In their minds, at that exact moment, both partners had wanted to say screw the job and just give in to each other. But, they couldn't.

By the time Olivia had emerged from her room, fully clothed in one of his zip up hoodies and casual skin tight grey boy shorts, he had already taken care of himself. Somewhat. His cock twitched once again when she appeared.

"So, ready to go or not Stabler?" She raised a brow, smirking at the obvious bulge in his pants. Elliot blushed slightly, chuckling as he stood and shoved his hands into his pockets. "You could always go take care of yourself." She suggested, motioning toward her bedroom.

"No, no. I'm fine. Cragen called while you were in the shower."

"Let me guess, he wants us to come in now?"

"Right you are, m'lady." He grinned, following her out of her apartment. God, was the night going to be long and difficult. How the hell were they going to survive...

Olivia was the highlight of everyones day. They were all happy to see her, not to mention the guys were drooling at the sight of her barely in anything at all. Elliot's glare quickly took care of that though. Fin had threatened to give everyone an ass whooping if they didn't mind their own damn business, and Munch had teased them some more. Saying that she looked awe fully relieved. The two partners dismissed his jokes, Liv rolling her eyes while El just grinned and shook his head. By the time everyone had left for the night, they'd nearly finished all their reports. They hadn't spoken a word to each other since they'd been left alone. Neither of them trusted their voices at the moment.

Elliot had been staring at her for over an hour now.

"You know if you take a picture, it'll last longer." She smirked, dropping her pen as she leaned back in her chair to stretch. Bad move Benson.

"If only I had a camera." He grinned, leaning back to enjoy the view. Olivia laughed before standing and seating herself on the corner of his desk.

"You've barely done any work, you lazy son of a bitch." Another bad move for her. He couldn't take it any longer. Her legs were crossed as she sat on his desk, the hoodie unzipped slightly to reveal the sports bra she donned. Elliot growled, scooting his chair in. She hadn't known what was happening; one moment he was grinning at her, now he was scooting towards her. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling them apart and tugging her bottom to the edge of the desk. A small gasp escaped her lips and all she could do was catch herself on her elbows as she fell backwards. Folders fell to the floor, papers loitering the area surrounding their desks.

"Elliot?" She gasped loudly when she felt his face bury itself between her legs, his breath hot against her clothed center. She could feel his teeth nibbling at her through her shorts, and her body instantly convulsed, creaming into her shorts. "Oh God, El..." She moaned, spreading her legs more for him. He stood; crashing his mouth down onto hers. She immediately obeyed, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him into her more. Her tongue thrusted against his own in a heated battle for control. He won eventually. He slowed the kiss, allowing his passion to take over as he reached for the zipper of his hoodie. He slowly slid it down, sliding it off of her shoulders with ease. The cool air caused her to shiver, goosebumps breaking out all over her skin. Elliot took delight to this, reaching back to unzip her sports bra. The article of clothing slid from her, revealing soft mounds of flesh to him. He pulled back to feast upon the sight; her soft tan skin and erect nipples made his cock harden more. Greedily, he sucked her left bud into his mouth, teeth gently pulling on the flesh while his hand caressed and fondled the other.

Soft gasps and moans erupted from her, causing her to arch into his mouth. The sensations he was causing made her writhe in pleasure. God, he was great with his mouth.

Her moans had been building him up for ages, and he simply couldn't take it anymore! He needed her, wanted her now.

With his patience nearly spent, Elliot grasped the backs of her bare thighs hoisting her up until his hardness met her center, their bodies grinding into each other as his rigid cock threatened to pierce the clothing.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad, Olivia." Elliot's voice was harsh and hot against her ear, and Olivia could only nod while wrapping her arms tightly about his neck, trying desperately to feel more of his hardness. Deciding a more comfortable surface was in order, Elliot carried his precious bundle upstairs to the crib, depositing her on his cot. Moaning from a particularly hard thrust of his hips, Olivia arched her back. Mindless with lust, the higher ranking detective pulled clothes, underwear, and shorts down the length of her body in one swift motion, and then pushed her back onto the bed for his eyes to gaze upon his new lover.

His dick stood at full salute at the sight. She was perfect. Her entire body was his for the taking.

He'd never seen such a beautiful woman.

Olivia didn't know what was going on, all she knew was that she wanted him so badly, her loins were pulsating. He threw off his shirt, spreading her legs with ease as he lowered himself between them. He gripped her hands, pinning them above her head as he dipped his down in between her breasts, lightly nipping at the flesh. She moaned; spreading her legs wider for him. She seemed to be requesting his attention else where, and he was gladly going to give it. He had wanted to taste her for so long. He slid his tongue down her body, until he'd gotten to the point he had wanted the most access to. Pushing her thighs apart more, he moved in swiftly. Ig she thought he was going to immediately strike, she was sorely mistaken. He took his time, slowly kissing her inner thighs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Her wetness had covered most of her, and he was highly aroused that she had wanted him so much.

"You great fucking tease!" She seethed, so horny for him the building pressure was becoming unbearable. Olivia was helpless with her desire for him that begging actually seemed like an option. She was so wet for him.

"Jesus Christ Liv..." He trailed off, eyes gazing at her delicious sopping folds.

"See what you do to me, detective." Her husky voice sent chills through him, and just as she was about to curse him for teasing her some more, he trailed his tongue slowly from her sopping slit to her clit. "Oh my God!" Olivia moaned loudly, arching her back as high as she could at the feeling. Her hands gripped tightly to the sheets, body trembling from such attention. His tongue was doing wonders to her lower half; her inner walls pulsing heatedly. He licked her cunt so lavishly that not screaming wasn't an option, she was close already! "Elliot..." She whispered desperately, her breathing labored. Her delightful voice proved to be his undoing as he pulled back. Much to her disappointment however. She groaned from the loss of contact, her body squirming. "El-"

"I'm sorry Liv, but I'm going to explode if I don't get inside of you now!" He groaned, pulling off his pants and fisting his sizeable length with a hoarse moan. Olivia's eyes widened at his size. He had a dick to set expectations and examples by. Elliot was impressive; long and thick. In one swift movement, he entered her, resulting in a loud gasp from them both. "Oh my God, Olivia.." He whispered passionately. Her walls instantly clenched around his throbbing shaft, almost causing him to cum right then and there. He wanted to make this last for a while.

The two were still for a moment, her back arched as he rested his forehead on hers. They waited for her to adjust to him; their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. She wrapped her arms around him, signaling him to begin. And so he did. He pulled out only to bring his hips crashing back into hers, causing her to moan loudly.

With slow deep movements, it felt as if the tightness of her cunt refused to release him. With both hands on her hips, and past the point of self control he began to pound into her, completely unable to keep his movement slow. Elliot had waited far too long for this moment; he would not be denied such pleasure a moment longer.

His strokes were long and deep, sending spikes of pleasure throughout their bodies. It was nearly enough to drive her fucking insane. She could feel every throb of him; every vein and pulse. His rigid cock seemed relentless as he thrusted into her harder and harder, impaling himself into her by the second. She simply couldn't hold out anymore. Her orgasm crept up on her, every muscle in her body clenched. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She screamed his name so loudly, they were sure someone had to hear from the lower part of the precinct. She was riding on the cusps of passion. Elliot haulted his movements, watching as her face contorted in pleasure. She wore the sexiest expression.

Olivia was trying to catch her breath. The feeling of him coursing throughout her body. She couldn't deny him any longer, it would be easier to deny her next breath. She had thought he would give her a slight reprieve, but like the true sexual sadist he was, he slammed his hips back into her. Olivia didn't know how to take the pleasure, she had never felt anything like this before! Her entire body was on fire; and she came again for the second time that night. Releasing her hips, Elliot leaned forward, resting his body on hers; the mounds of her breasts meeting his chest as his lips devoured her own. He continued pounding into her tight wet pussy, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.

Her inner walls contracted against him once more, and this time it pushed him over the edge. His hot jism spurted into her, and she bucked her hips as she arched. He rode it out; milking himself into her.

Olivia had never felt so good in her entire life. Their hearts raced as he came to a complete stop, their moans dying down. She held to him; her legs wrapped tightly around him in an effort to keep him close to her.

She didn't know how they were going to talk this out, but she did know they would never look at each other the same way again. Not after what could only be described as her best fuck ever. A new question had just presented itself; where would they go from there?

A/N: There ya go, your smut. Hope it was enjoyable, there is so much more smut to come for these two in this story!! Want more, review! :) Please, reviews motivate me.