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Chapter: 17

Title: More than Partners

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: I am feeling much better now! :) Yippee!! Thank you DisneyGirl829! Your review and PM turned my frown upside down and made me feel so much better:) Thank you girl! I so owe you! So how bout a special smut EO chapter aye? Thats right! Back into the gutter again... Though, I now own a permanent residency here, so I paid my dues :) Obviously everyone waved as they walked by, except Ms. DisneyGirl and i-love-benson! Apparently they are right here in the gutter with me, so hey, why not make it a party eh? Bring your dirty, dirty little minds! No I.D is required :) Just make sure you review!

OMG! Did anyone see Liv's mad book skills? LMAO. In the episode Svengali, the one they re-ran on USA or NBC, I forget which one, Olivia beats dude with a book! It looks like the bible from an angle LOL But I doubt Liv is religious and would own a bible. I can't see her in church... I was laughing my ass off though. Like, not when she got attacked. I always through my hands up in the air on that part, make some sort of scream sound and then I bust out laughing when she just plows him! And she doesn't stop. She pauses for like two seconds, he twitches, and I guess she goes Fuck it and just hits him again! Daaaammmnnn! Thats some crazy lil shits there! Liv's got mad bible skills LMAO. Who'd have thought? But then again, she kicked dudes ass in the interrogation room. And in Undercover, she put up some good resistance. And I bet she would've taken the bastard down if he hadn't cuffed her! OH! I am STILL pissed about that. Screw that fago-CO and his mole! We, Team Benson, and Team Stabler, and Team Bensler, will burn joo!! Hell, for tryin to rape our Liv, we'll also perform some circumcision, maybe just take your whole area off. Eh?

Okay.

There will be smut in this chapter as promised. And since I never got to really finish the last chapter, or make it like I wanted, I figure I will spoil you guys in this one, and this is sorta like Fault. So you'll get your EO, Liv's confession, and some SMUT! How great can that be? Eh? Love me now? You better! I sure as hell ain't updating fast for my own enjoyment! See, I know the end to this story already. And you guys don't. So I have an advantage being the author, mwahaha... And to those who know my plan, shut it! Be nice and pipe down, and I will not only give you some candy and a cookie... (that sounds soooo gay!) I will give you a new EO fanfic, and I will update that one timely as well! How can you resist that bribe? You can't! Aha!

So, who all is joining me, Disney and Benson is this here gutter? Jump right on in with us, theres food and drinks, but BYOB. I don't supply alcoholic beverages or any other lubes to anyone but me and my fave peeps. Hmm... Then I guess that would mean you are all covered since you guys are my fave peeps. Oh well, bring more beer! And if you don't drink, I got coke and whatnot. No kind of drugs are allowed. The only drug we have is SVU and lets keep it that way, aye? ...I better hear an AYE on that mates!

So's. I have recruited DisneyGirl, i-love-benson, Fanofgrillows...who else is joining this gutter party? Hmm? Speak now or forever hold your fantasies. EO would shoot us all if we put our perverted minds together. Hell, we'd make up a killer smut scene, wouldn't we? Lets bring our laptops, or if your poor like me, pen and paper, maybe rock and stone or something to this damn party and we can take notes and then create one massive fanfic together! LOL That'd be a coming of age fanfic. Created by all of us. Good idea there mates. Why am I talking like a bloody pirate? I don't know!

OMG!! Today is TUESDAY!! Mwaha... Know what that means. SVU! WOOT! Whamoo! Fuckin Kurt will be in it though... But we get an EO moment when Liv throws her arms around El's neck, oh yes. I can't wait to see where his fucking hands go! Hopefully somewhere compromising so they have to look into each others eyes for the longest time mwaha...Hey what if the EO kiss in this ep but they aren't showing it?...Nah. I am delusional to think that LMAO I WISH! That'd be awesome, though I'd probably pass the fuck out after seeing them lock lips. And when they DO kiss, I HOPE its nothing like her little ass peck with Kurt. OH, I will be pissed if it is. DW can't rob us of a full blown EO smooch. Fuck no! Fuck that!

You know what else pisses me off besides Kathy, Kurt, and Dani, the two K's and the D? IAB! I swear... those jackass sons of douches need to just buzz off. I need to cut them out of my story completely, cause I am pissing my own self off and thats not good. Not good at all...

LOL I was watching Pretty Woman last night, and my mom walks into my room, okay. This is random I know, but I just think its funny. It was on the 'sex' scene, right? My mom goes, "What are you watching girlfriend?" I must've been slap happy or just fucking out of it cause I go, "Dirty Woman." LMAO. You guys might not think its funny but at the moment, it was cause you know the sex...dirty woman...pretty woman...get it? Alright.

I feel like rambling some more, sorry. Bare with me. The chapter is longer than the A/N and thats all that matters right? I mean, if you guys know me, and you take the time to read the A/N then you obviously don't have any fucking thing else better to do. And I obviously don't seeing as I am right here right now typing this damn thing. And the cat is taking a shit in the litter box...OH GOD THAT SMELLS WORSE THAN ASS!! OH God...oh..shit..damn...Hold on a sec guys...

Whew. Back. I nearly gagged to death! LOL I have tears in my eyes and my face is red... I wonder what crawled up that cats ass and died? You know, it bothers me to know that my statement above implies I know what ass smells like LMAO Oh well. Why did I just type all of that out...? Ah, fuck it. I ain't backspacing. See! I am so lazy, I won't even backspace. That explains why I have soo many typos before I send this through ABC spell/grammar check. Well, enough of my babble. I need to start typing this chapter...LOL Thats right. I haven't written it yet. I am slow today...so slow!

Ohs, and thank you all very much for your reviews :) PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING!! I have never gotten 300 reviews before, and I hope I hit that mark :) That would be so awesome. It would definitely call for a mega smut chapter :) There, a little encouragement to make everyone who doesn't review, review. And add me to your favorite authors list! You know you wanna. Click those little boxes in when you review :)

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"Don't go doing anything stupid Liv." Elliot murmured as they stepped through the double doors. She was busy strapping on her vest, stopping near the stairs to the roof. Anger flickered through her eyes, and she shot him a glare.

"Just what are you implying Elliot?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Yeah, she was pissed. But Elliot could tell she was also afraid. And he knew exactly why. The last time they dealt with Gitano, they nearly lost each other. To come face to face with a similar problem, well that wasn't comforting. And it was any better knowing that they were parting ways and practically readying themselves for suicide.

But, it came with the job description. You can't exactly be a cop and not fear the worst everyday. Each day, they had to worry about if they would even make it. If they would survive the case. There wasn't any guarantee's when it came to being an SVU detective. You either accept the risks, and do your job. Or, choose a different career. Pessimism was a sure thing amongst most officers of the law. Though, both Elliot and Olivia were known for their performance as partners. They were known for their amazing work and incredible skill. And it was due to the fact that they had developed such a close partnership, that people began thinking that they were more than that. More than partners. Hell, even they had stopped to ask themselves. Though, even now, neither had an answer. Elliot sure didn't know how she felt about him. And he wasn't about to guess and screw up the best thing thats ever happened to him.

"Look, Liv-Mm"

Olivia gently pressed her lips against his, reveling in the feel of him against her. She opened her mouth to his searching tongue, moaning at the feeling of his appendage stroking against her own. If she had known a kiss could feel like this, she would have married the man on the spot. It was a good thing Elliot was that man... And an even better thing that he was divorced and single now. She knew she had the best chances of being with detective Stabler. Who else would even be able to compare to her? To fill her shoes?

No one.

Dani tried, and she couldn't even keep up with the beat. Being a detective in the SVU was like a dance, and being partnered with Elliot was like doing the Waltz. It was a complicated three step, on the down beat. And only Benson herself could keep and even lead.

"Just, don't get killed." She whispered gently when she pulled back, resting her forehead against his. Elliot took a moment, inhaling her scent that was pure Benson. Pure sex. 'Damn she smells good..' Elliot thought, pulling her closer as he wrapped his godly arms around her waist.

"I won't." He whispered back, kissing her scar one last time before pulling away. "Thats a promise Olivia."

If there was anything she hated more than Dani Beck, it had to be flaunting her ass off to a perp. Once on the roof, Olivia had her back to the man. In one ear, she could hear Cragens voice, telling her that he is watching her. In the other ear, she could hear Elliots voice, ranting on how she shouldn't do too much. She inhaled deeply, shifting her jeans down a bit more so they rode a bit lower on her hips. She had decided to pull off her tank and unzip the vest slightly to reveal cleavage. What more could a man want? Her jeans had been unzipped and unbuttoned, revealing her perfectly toned abdomen muscles. The man had clearly noticed her through his binoculars as his attention was fully cast her way. The brunette detective stretched, pretending to be looking around as she lent over the ledge of the roof slightly. Just far enough so the perv could get a good view. Of course, this only made her feel dirty.

"What the hell are you doin Liv?"Elliots voice rang in her ear. Olivia smirked, turning as she took a few steps and then bent over.

"Making it hard for him to concentrate." He could hear the cockiness in her voice, and the slight amusement. She took pride in what she did to men. Making them weak and submissive. She had alot of wins under her belt for that. Almost every guy she had been with seemed to crave her. Though who could really blame them? She definitely wasn't unworthy. And Elliot. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he were the most lustful. The most desiring. She knew she did things to him, but he also did things to her. His entire body made her break into goose flesh, and just the thought of him had her creaming into her panties. Just about every night she needed to masturbate due to extreme horniness for her partner. There wasn't anyone who had ever made such an impression on her; who could make her cum on sight. All he had to do was look at her and she was aroused.

There was something about the way he moved, about the way his body contorted in his clothes. How his muscles seemed to be confined, and how his tight little ass seemed to hold such power. God, she only knew how hard he could thrust. And the more she thought about it, the wetter she became.

'For fucks sake, your on a roof with a perp staring at your ass!' Olivia wanted so badly to just reach for her gun, turn, and fire.

"Elliots up on the roof now." Cragen's voice startled her, causing her to bite her tongue. Damn him and his untimely interjections! Her heart immediately sank when she heard the loud bang. She was afraid to turn, afraid to look. She could hear the man in her ear, talking to Elliot.

"Tell your partner to get her sweet ass over here." He demanded. Olivia turned to see Elliot on his knees, facing her.

'Just like Gitano...' Olivia quickly reached for her gun.

"I know you can hear me bitch!" Again, his voice came ringing into her ear. "Don't be stupid honey. Why don't you come on over here and leave that pretty little gun of yours right there on that ledge."

"Don't do it Olivia!" Cragen's voice was instantly ripped out of her ear as she set her gun down, nodding her head. Elliot shook his.

"Olivia, don't do this. This is just like last time. Lets not repeat that mistake." Elliot stated, gritting his teeth when the man struck the back of his head.

"Shut up Elliot." Olivia stated bitterly as she took the fire escape down. The man watched her the entire time, and she just listened to the conversation going on between her partner and his old time buddy.

"This is dumb and you know it Roger." Her heart pounded, each time she heard Elliots voice, she thanked God that he was still alive.

"You've got no right to tell me whats dumb Elliot. My wife was in that room! My WIFE!"

"That wasn't my fault! I had nothing to do with that explosion Roger! It happened when I got there!"

"Shut up!"

"Listen to me!"

"I said shut up!"

"Why don't you both shut up." Olivia released a shaky breath, standing before the two of them. A smile graced Rogers lips, and he nodded towards the ledge of the roof.

"Have a seat, Detective." He smiled, sitting himself aside Elliot, his shotgun point blank against Elliots temple. Olivia could feel the fear growing within her. She had hoped to never see Elliot in this position again. She had barely survived it the last time. What would she do without him? What could she do? He was everything to her. Everything. Right now, that man held her life in his hands. It didn't matter if she lived, without Elliot, she had nothing. Her heart wouldn't take the pain, and she couldn't bare to lose the only man she had ever loved.

She did as told; afraid that if she didn't, or even protested, she would see her partners head be blown off.

"What is it that you want?" Her voice was bitter, heavily lid with anger. Nothing could numb out the immense feeling of fear throbbing throughout her body at that moment. Even Elliot could taste it in the air, it was palpable. He could see it in her eyes. The tears ready to fall, but not willing to. She had to be strong. For him. For her. For them.

"Just to talk." The man smirked, eyeing her up and down. "Might I say that you are way hotter in person. And clearly those photos I took don't do you any justice."

Olivia nearly felt the vomit in her throat at his passes. Nothing could be more sick than a man with a gun to her partners head hitting on her.

"What do you want to talk about then, Roger?" His eyes sparked, gazing over her. She set her hands on her knees, tilting her head slightly as she narrowed her eyes due to the sunlight. "That is your name isn't it? Roger?" Still, he said nothing. She hated the look he was giving. Almost as if he were undressing her with his eyes.

Elliot himself felt sick to his stomach. He had always hated it when a man stared at her like that. He wanted to rip their fucking heads off for even looking at her with any such intentions. As far as he was concerned, Olivia was his. She belonged to him and no other.

"Look. If you put the gun down, and let my partner go, we can talk all alone. Right here. Just you and me." Her voice was beginning to crack. Olivia didn't like letting the perp know he had the upper hand, but at the moment, she clearly couldn't do a damn thing about it. For years, she had let her feelings go unchecked. For years she had been denying the one thing she needed. The one thing she craved for most. The only thing that could ever keep her sane.

"My wife...died because of this man." Roger began, his eyes never loosing their hunger. "You remind me of her, you know. Dark eyes, dark hair. Perfect complexion." He paused, licking his lips, causing Olivia to clench her fist in disgust.

"I told you, it wasn't me!" Elliot shouted. The outburst startled Roger, who in turn fired the gun off in the air. Olivia jumped, letting out a gasp. Tears started to overflow her eyes.

"Shut up! Just, shut. Up!" Roger screamed, grasping the gun in his shaky hands. "She was a caring woman! She risked it all for you! For me! She wouldn't have had to go back there if it wasn't for you! I asked you! Told you to go and check the medical wing for any doctors! Why'd you send her huh!?" Olivia stared into Elliots eyes, seeing the truth. Elliot had told her this story, and she remembered feeling for Roger. He'd lost his wife in a terrible mishap. "She was my everything... And now shes gone..." Sobs broke out as he hunched over, leaving the gun cocked on Elliots shoulder. For a moment, the detective contemplated on moving, but he knew that if something went wrong, Olivia could end up getting caught in the cross fire.

"Roger." Olivia's voice broke through Elliots thoughts. Her voice was filled with compassion as she stood, tears flowing freely. "It wasn't Elliot."

"How would you know!? You weren't there!"

"Because Elliot told me." She soothed, holding up her hands. "That day, Elliot was on his way to the medical wing like you asked. Your wife had gone there on her own, hoping to help you sooner. She was locked in one of the storage rooms after everyone took off running from the massive bombing. Elliot went in to save her!"

"No! You lie!" Roger shouted, pulling out a small hand gun and pointing it at her. His chest was heaving. Elliot drew in a deep breath, letting his own tears fall as he stared at Olivia.

"Elliot tried to bust through the door when a bomb landed a few yards down. Its how he got the scar on his back. Its how he earned a purple heart." The tears were stinging her face now. "So you see? Elliot was trying to save your wife!"

Rogers face dropped instantly. All his life, all this sacrificing...all in vain? He dropped his arm, still holding the shotgun to Elliots head, though limply. Olivia couldn't read his movements, he was so out of it. All this time he had believed a lie?

"Why do you care so much for this man?" The words came out softly. But Olivia heard them perfectly. Elliots eyes instantly darted to hers, and hers to his. She swallowed. It was now, or never. The one moment he had been waiting for, the one moment she had been anticipating. If only it were in a better surrounding...

The air seemed thick, and Roger was patiently awaiting her answer.

This was it. No more kidding around the bush, no more playing around. They had been more than partners for so long now. Case after case, day after day, year after year... and it all came down to this moment. For ten long years, Olivia had been hiding the truth, afraid to admit such things. Afraid to be alone, to be rejected by the one man she could only love. It happened the first moment they met, and it progressed every second of the day since then. So many times had she wanted to run into his strong arms after a hard case. So many times had she wanted to calm him down, take his mind off of things by a little unprofessional affection.

"Detective Benson?"

Licking her lips, she let more tears fall as she spoke.

"He's the only one." She whispered. "He's always been there for me. Always by my side. He is the only man who ever understood me, and the only man who has ever accepted me for who I am." Her entire body trembled. "I waited for him, for years."

"Why? Why did you wait?" Roger pressed, his arm lowering the shotgun. Her breath hitched. Elliot felt his heart leap.

"Because I love him." And there it was. More tears streamed down her soft skin, her body shaking violently as she broke down. "I love him so much." She whispered through the tears and sobs. Roger let his own tears fall as he dropped to his knees. Elliot instantly ran towards Olivia as their back up arrived. The two detectives paid no mind to the men cuffing Roger.

Olivia felt Elliots strong arms wrap around her, and she leaned into him as if she were born just to be with him. She sobbed into his embrace, burying her head into his chest as he gently rocked her, kissing her head repeatedly.

"I love you too, Liv." He whispered, kissing her temple. "God, I love you."

After a psych evaluation, Cragen had sent the two home. They were quiet on the drive to her place; neither of them knew how to proceed. Though, they both wanted too. More than anything, they wanted to be together. Olivia was already the mother of his children, whom he was glad Alex and Casey had offered to watch them for the weekend while they had their 'discussion'. Olivia still needed to come clean about Carly. Though, surprising, none of that was on their minds. Elliot couldn't get her words out of his head. They just kept repeating over and over.

"Because I love him. I love him so much."

He never knew she felt that deeply for him. He knew there had to be some sort of feelings there... Of course, that was obvious. They had formed a forbidden partnership the day Cragen decided to pair them up. The captain must have known that something would happen. Elliot remembered vividly the chat he'd had with Cragen. The captain was scolding him for his partner rate. He'd been going through them like water. And then Olivia Benson walked into the squad room. Everyone knew right then and there that she was the one; the one who could put up with him. She made perfect sense. He'd been skeptical about having a woman partner at first, but there was something about her that caught his attention. He was drawn to her; like a moth to a flame.

"Elliot. The lights green." Her soft voice broke through to him, and he quickly apologized before stepping on the gas. At least this time he was going to right way and not taking any wrong turns... "Are you okay, El?"

"I'm fine." He smiled, putting the car in park as he stared up at the apartment building. This place was like his home away from home. Though, there wasn't any place else he'd rather be.

"Liv-"

"El-"

They both tried simultaneously. The tension died when they began laughing. God, the day had been so fucked up, and here they were choking on their own words, and laughing. This was how it had been before he'd gotten back with Kathy, before everything happened with Dani. Before all the drama began. Just the two of them. They could get through anything, so long as they had each other.

Smiling, Elliot reached over to thread his fingers with hers. She squeezed his hand, tugging gently with a shimmer in her eyes.

"You wanna come up?" She tilted her head slightly, biting her lower lip as his eyes danced over her. The answer was obvious; if not by his smiling face, then by the serious rise in the crotch of his pants. "Jesus El,if your that happy to see me now, I can only imagine how happy you'll be to see me upstairs."

All they wanted to do was get the day out of their minds, and focus on their newly confessed feelings. Elliot had slept with her, but never after saying those three little words that meant more than a thousand. The three words Elliot had never meant with any other woman. The three words Olivia had never said in her entire life to a man she was interested in.

Not surprisingly, the two found themselves entangled in each others arms once they'd hit the elevator. Last time they barely made it taking the stairs... Elliot nearly feel forward, stumbling with her in his arms. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands around his neck while his head was buried in her cleavage. She hit the wall, letting out a laugh as she tightened her grip on him.

"Thata way El." She whispered, moaning softly as theuir bodies grinded against each others. Finally, they made it inside of her apartment, kicking the door closed with a loud slam. Clothes instantly came off, flying around the apartment as if it were being ransacked. Olivia didn't seem to mind the mess they were making while fumbling towards her room, and if she didn't give a damn, neither did he. Tossing her back on the bed, he let out a feral growl as she spread her naked legs open, laying back with her head on the pillows. She was wet; and Elliot loved the way she looked right now. So eager for him, that she was ready to cum just from the sight of him staring hungrily at her. She wanted him to take her, to pound into her as fast and as long as he could. She wanted so badly to feel him side her; she needed to. "Please El..." She pleaded, reaching out for him. "I need to know that we're alive."

His weight came down on her, his sides rubbing against her bare thighs and she moaned from the contact. His chest met her breasts, and the feel of their skin completely touching caused her to shiver. God, she loved the way he felt against her. The head of his rigid, rock hard cock sank into her slowly, and she arched her back with a loud moan. Elliot bit down gently on her neck; it was all he could do to keep from cumming. She opened her mouth to beg him to move within her, but he acted before she could speak. His hips pulled bakc, and them rammed forward, eliciting a scream from her. He repeated the move, each time bringing his hips forward harder and harder. His pace had only increased slightly, and she was finding it difficult to breathe. Her orgasm was approaching, and she laid her head back on the pillow as her body moved with his. She had a content look on her face, her moans so loud, so soft Elliot knew that she was close. Right before her climax, he stopped, resting inside of her.

"Elliot, why'd you-"

"Tell me, Olivia." He whispered, nuzzling her neck. She shivered, her body jerking upwards as she moaned from contact. She didn't know what he was talking about. He thrust again, causing her to gasp. "Tell me, that you love me."

"I love you." She moaned, feeling him thrust into her again. Her body spasmed, her wetness sucking him into his farther. She arched her back, raking her nails down his. "God, I love you so much Elliot."

That was it.

Elliot crashed his lips into hers, savagely devouring her mouth and tongue with his as he pulled out of her and then thrust into her with such force that the bed began to shake violently beneath him. He pounded his throbbing dick into her, moaning when he legs clasped around his waist. It didn't take long after that. She came, and then soon after he did. She pulled her legs up more, pulling him deeper into her as he ejaculated into her. His hot fluid warmed her, giving her a fuzzy feeling and she smiled.

"I love you too, Olivia." Kissing her softly, he felt her body shake and he pulled back. Tears were pouring down her face, and the concern was immediate. "Baby? Whats wrong, what is it?"

Even as he went to pull back, her body locked itself tightly around him. She held him on top of her, burying her face in his neck as she reveled in the feel of his throbbing shaft and her pulsing canal.

"I thought I was going to lose you..." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I was so scared, Elliot."

He let out a small chuckle before holding her to him protectively.

"That will never happen, Liv." She nodded her head, and when her body stilled, he had thought she'd fallen asleep. But then she moved. "Whats on your mind, baby?"

"Honestly, a nice hot bath." Elliot smirked, kissing her neck before drawing himself out of her arms. The heat was instantly lost, and his body ached from the loss of contact. Though, they would have even more contact soon enough... He was sure of it. His little buddy was still raised high, stiff, and hard as a rock.

A/N:I got lazy on the smut lmao. Though, I plan on making the bath smut waaayy better, mwahah. Cause the next chapter I think just needs to be some mega smut. Hmm.. What do you guys think? REVIEW!! Please!! Make me happy :)