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.

He hadn't intended to watch her sleep. He wasn't purposely doing it. When he awoke in the middle of the night, and was met with her body splayed over his, her head on his chest, and a soft smile on her face, he just couldn't help staring at her. He brushed his fingers through her hair as he watched her eyelids twitch. Whenever he felt her move, he'd moan softly, feeling his dick stir inside of her, reminding him of the night, of the not once, not twice, but three times they roused from sound sleep for another round of intimate dalliance. He watched her face, knowing behind her closed lids, her brown eyes were brighter than ever, a glimmer in them that existed solely because of him. "I love you," he whispered, pressing his lips gently to the crown of her head.

His mind began to wander, taking him back through moments that meant more to him than he'd realized. The night they solved their first case together, the first fight the got into, the first time he'd pushed her out of the way of a flying bullet, and the first time she did the same for him. The memories played like movie clips, details shining glaringly, making him aware that their connection has always been their, an undeniable attraction that was crying out for attention. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Some things just can't be ignored.

"What's so funny?" she grumbled, rubbing the side of her face against his bare chest, shaking away her slumber.

"Just thinking," he said, "How many times we've told each other the truth, in the little things like getting each other coffee or playing 'pass the sweatshirt."

She propped her head up, her chin resting on the back of her hand as it stayed flat over his beating heart. "I'd give you a kidney..." she whispered.

He knew she felt his heart stop for the briefest of moments, and then thud upward against her palm. "Not if I gave you mine first." He reached up and smoothed her hair back, looked into her eyes, and said, "Why couldn't we just come out and say it as soon as we figured it out?"

"We knew the risks," she said with a small shrug. She shifted, moving her hips slightly and seething as she felt his cock drag along her sensitive flesh. "But now...we knew we'd be risking so much more if we never said it." She inched up a bit, coming nose-to-nose with him. She brushed hers against his, kissed him sweetly, and rocked her body against his, causing him to moan her name against her lips. She pulled back as she rocked again. "Being stuck here...is giving us the chance to make up for all that lost time."

He moaned again, this time with a sly grin on his face, and he nodded, bucking up and pushing himself deeper into her. "All the time in the world, now," he whispered. He wrapped his hands around the back of her neck and pulled her down, lower, to him. He kissed her twice and then said, "I was so afraid...you'd regret this." He kissed her as he moved again. "Us."

She shook her head, her hair falling in waves into his eyes and brushing against his face. "Just promise me," she paused to moan, her head flying back, "This is more than..."

He pushed the back of her head down, kissed her hard to silence her, and as his hips began to thrust up faster, he said, "I already told you what this is. You and me. It's everything." He crashed his lips into hers and used his powerful thighs to flip them over.

She was too tired to fight, too eager to let him win, and far too in love with him to protest against the turning of tables. Her nails skated over his shoulder blades, her legs slid up to his waist and wrapped around it, and they squeezed, pulling him in tighter, deeper.

He knew the physical and psychological exhaustion would keep their tryst from lasting much longer, his overworked body and spent emotions would give out any minute. "Baby," he whispered, staring down at her, "God."

"Elliot," she whispered through barely parted lips. She felt her calves tighten and a burning begin in the soles of her feet. The heat rose fast, coursing through her like electric shocks, and she dug her nails into whatever bits of him they were hovering over.

"Ah, fuck, Liv," he growled, hearing and feeling the tiny snaps of breaking skin. His stomach muscles clenched and he heard her whimper beneath him.

With one look into his eyes, she lost the little self-control she had left and clamped down around him so tightly he became a prisoner locked inside her walls. "Oh, my God, Elliot!" She arched her back, letting her head fall backward.

"Fucking hell, baby," he spat out through a tight jaw, falling off the precipice with her and shooting off into her like a hot cannon. He stilled, feeling her pulse around him, his body jerking as he came.

It lasted for a full minute, she counted the seconds between when she lost her vision completely and when it came back. Their skin stuck together, peeling apart as they tried to move and find a comfortable position, sharing soft kisses and hard breaths all the while.

He had just found the perfect dip in the mattress and had fit her against him as closely as he could, when his phone rang.

"No," she whined, her lips still against his.

He chuckled and sighed, sliding backward and sitting up. One arm stayed wrapped around Olivia and the other reached out to grab the disrespectful device. He looked at it for a moment, confused, and answered it as his eyes slowly traveled toward Olivia's. "Stabler," he said, almost a question. He listened, at the same time moving to kiss Olivia's forehead. "Wait, you what? Who is this?" He sat up straighter, his eyes darting around the room. "Jesus. Man, you almost gave me a heart-attack! Don't fucking do that!" He listened for a moment longer, sighed, and said, "Thanks for letting me know. No, she's...I'm taking good care of her, don't worry about that." He smiled at her. "Bye."

She watched him toss his phone back onto the end-table and waited until he turned to look at her again before she spoke. "Spill."

He laughed. "It was Fin, he used a burner phone so the call couldn't be traced, he just wanted to tell us...Haven is still out there, but Judge Koehler can't tell them anything."

"Why not?" she asked, sitting up a bit. "They can offer him a deal, he has a shot at getting out before he..."

"Liv, no," he said as he shook his head, stopping her. "Baby...he's dead."

Peace and Love

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