Law and Order: SVU is the intellectual property of Dick Wolf. The use of the characters, settings, and plotlines is not malicious. This is a work of fiction.

"This is ridiculous," Elliot huffed, his arms folded as he stood staring out the window. He'd been rooted to the spot since they'd been dropped off at the newest safe house, biting his lip and mumbling under his breath. "If they'd let us, we'd find the son-of-a-bitch, then we could go the fuck home."

"Or he'd kill us," Olivia said from her place on the sofa, rolling her eyes.

Elliot scoffed. "He'd never live to try," he growled out through a clenched jaw. His nostrils flared and the reality of their dire situation hit him. "No one threatens you and lives to see the next day. Not if I have anything to say about it."

Olivia stared at the back of his head for a moment, and then sighed. "Well, you don't. Not this time."

"Do you know why Tucker wouldn't tell us how Kathy knew..." he stopped, shaking his head. If he didn't know, how the hell could he expect her to? She hadn't left his side in three days. "Fucking hell," he sighed, dragging his hand down his face. He went back to staring out the window, watching cars drive down their silent street, daring one to so much as slow down as it passed the house.

"At least this place has cable." She picked up the remote, turned on the television, and found a channel that seemed interesting. "You want to watch a movie?" She waited, gnawing on the inside of her cheek, but gave up. She sat back and stopped hoping for Elliot to acknowledge the existence of life beyond the corner of the living room.

Elliot didn't answer her, but he turned around with a sour expression on his face. He froze, though, as his eyes landed on her. She had taken a shower, finally, and changed into fresh clothes. He tilted his head, taking in the natural glow of her makeup-free skin, and he licked his lips when his eyes landed on her neck. Her hair was up in a ponytail, elongating her neck, almost begging him to kiss, bite, and suckle the expanse of olive-toned skin. He moved, slowly, and carefully sat beside her so he wouldn't break her focus. He grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and before she could turn to look at him, his lips were latched to her pulse.

"What the..." her voice broke into a moan. One hand moved to the nape of his neck and scratched lightly, the other still clutching the remote. "You were just bitching about being stuck here, didn't even...oh, my God...know I was in the room."

"I knew," he whispered, sinking his teeth in a bit more. He sucked for a moment, knowing he was leaving his mark on her skin. He puled away, kissed the reddening skin lightly, and licked a long line from her neck to behind her ear. He pulled her earlobe into his mouth, tugged, and then let go, whispering hotly, "I always know when you're around." He chuckled, his hot breath in her ear making her shiver in his arms, "I can feel you." He moved fast, twisting her body toward his and slanting his mouth over hers.

The remote slipped out of her hand as she sunk deeper into him. Her hand flew to the back of his head, she kissed him back eagerly and as fervently, and she moved with him when he flattened her down on the couch and slipped over her. Her hands moved down his body, from his head to his ass, and she palmed and squeezed as she thrust her hips upward into him, making him moan.

He grunted into her mouth, catching her returned groan in his throat. He rocked into her, rubbing against her in all the right places. "Baby," he breathed, "If we don't stop..."

"Don't stop," she interrupted, panting, arching her back and pressing her body into his. She grappled with his tee shirt, fighting the cotton for control. She let out a victorious chuckle when she managed to work her hands under the material and press them into the bare skin of his back. She ran her fingers over the carved contours of his muscles, along the edges of his shoulder blades, and the fear that she'd suppressed for the last few days was finally bubbling to the surface. Desperately, she nipped at his lips and scratched at his back, needing him to know, to feel, to understand.

Taking her not-so-subtle hints, he pulled away from her slightly, just enough to pull her shirt up. He gave a soft grunt when she raised her arms, letting him yank it off of her and toss it to the green carpeting below them. He returned his hands to her body, grazing her sides, the curves of her bra-shielded breasts, and as he looked down, into her emotion-laden eyes, he shook his head.

"El, it's..." but his finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. She watched with a confused, panic-stricken gaze, as he climbed off of her.

He held out his hand, waiting for her to place hers into it. When he felt her fingers drop against his palm, he smiled, and pulled her to her feet. "If this is happening...which...it is...baby, not on the couch. Not...not the first time I..." he stopped, a slight waver in voice betraying his trepidation and desire in taking this leap with her. He kept his eyes on her and led her to the bedroom, dropping the rest of their clothes along the way.

Once they made it into the room, Olivia looked out into the hall, seeing their trail of bread-crumbs, and she chuckled, knowing they wouldn't need to follow them back, because there was no way back from this. They'd come too far. She took a breath and turned her head, bit her lip, and ran her hands down Elliot's chest. She felt him twitch at her touch and when she reached the band of his boxer-briefs, she spoke. "I almost lost you," she whispered, tugging the cotton blend down around his hips.

"We could have lost each other," he countered, swiping his thumbs over her nipples. He took in her form, his eyes pouring over every curve, every scar, every freckle on her body, as if he hadn't already committed them to memory. He moved, then, at a snail's pace, kissing every inch of her. He paid special attention to her neck, her chest, and when he sunk to his knees, he took great care lavishing her inner thighs with sweet suckles as his fingers played at her wet heat. He moaned slipping a finger inside of her. He felt her nails dig into his shoulders, heard the small, mewing gasp. He kissed his way back up her legs and moved until his mouth met his finger.

"Oh, my God, Elliot," she said on whispered breath. Her fingers curled, forcing her nails deeper into his skin.

He licked, two long strokes, and then slowly rose to his feet. "I don't want to know what it feels like to live without you. I can't...I need to know...tell me you..."

"I love you," came flying out of her mouth on a strangled whisper, the words taking her last ounce of resolve with them. A tear rolled down her cheek as she took his hand and tugged, making him follow her onto the bed.

He crept over her, slowly, caressing her body as he moved, and one hand trailed up to her face. He brushed away her tears as he settled, fitting against her like a final puzzle-piece. "I love you," he said shakily, bringing his lips to hers. He kissed her, a deep, sensual dance with her tongue and lips, catching the gasp as he pushed into her for the first time.

Her head flew back into the pillow, her eyes screwed shut, and his name came out of her mouth like a prayer. She felt him dropping soft kisses to her neck and chest, felt him wrapping his hands around her shoulders. She could feel every inch of him sliding out, pushing in, and it was heaven.

"Liv," he moaned, finding her lips again. He moved faster, but deeper, trying like hell to reach places no one ever had, or ever would again. No one except him.

She kissed him back with everything she had, attempting to forget she almost lost him, praying, now, she'd get to keep him, and thanking God that she was given the chance to be with him, to love him. For so long, she worried she'd never know what it was like to have him where he was now, in her, surrounding her, consuming her.

He heard her say his name again and it fueled him, causing him to hit into her harder. "Baby," he grunted, "Fuck, baby, baby." His head dropped against hers, he kissed her and hooked one hand around the back of her right knee, hiking her leg around his waist.

The change in angle made her head spin, she cried his name louder but it was muffled by his kiss. She rose up to meet his every eager thrust, the slapping sounds of their meeting skin filled the space between their moans and gasps, and her nails dug trenches into his back.

He growled, feeling her scratch him, and it pulled something animalistic out of him. He worked himself up higher, on his knees, and grabbed her other leg, bending it, spreading her wider. He felt his body slam against hers, knowing he was bottoming out inside of her with every thrust. He gazed down at her, smiling at the drugged expression on her face and the love in her eyes. He watched her eyes roll and he growled again, working harder to bring her to the edge, because he wasn't going to last.

"El," she said, smoothing her hands up and down his stomach, feeling it clench. "El, baby, don't stop. Oh, God."

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, his hand creeping up her thighs. He spread his fingers over his piston-like cock, watched as he thrust into and out of her a few times, and as he thumbed over her clit, he growled out her name.

"Oh, God, yes!" She clenched around him, her body trembled, and her back arched as she clamped and held him captive.

He let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl as he tried to power through her vice-grip, and as soon as he pushed back into her, he stilled. Her pulsing walls squeezed him, milked him, and he dropped his head back. "Oh, God, Liv." He came hard, into her, for her, because of her.

Vibrations and convulsions coursed through her as she held onto him for dear life.

He collapsed, falling onto her, and used the lay vestiges of strength to roll them over. He let out an almost disbelieving laugh, kissing her forehead. He heard her laughing, felt her shake against him, and he knew, as his eyes drifted shut, that in her arms was where he belonged. She was his home. He ran his fingertips lightly along her sweat-glazed back, and kissed her once.

She tilted her head up and kissed him back, but fell limply against him. She closed her eyes and an easy smile spread across her face. They tangled themselves together, with him still nestled inside of her, and for the first time in days, fell asleep without being afraid of what waking up would bring.

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