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.

"Shit," he gasped, hearing the shaky bed creak beneath him. He heard another, louder, more pleasing sound, and his eyes widened. "Shh," he said, moving one hand over Olivia's mouth. He pressed down, trying to muffle her moans as he moved his body.

Her eyes rolled backward and her hips rose to meet his, thrust for glorious thrust. She clawed at his hand, not trying to get it away from her mouth but to muffle her moans even more.

He bent his head and nipped at her ear. "God, you feel so fucking good," he growled softly. "Hot, wet, tight...for me."

His hot, heavy breath and his words sent shivers coursing through her and her body bucked upward. The bed creaked again, and she rolled her eyes both in response to the noise and the way he hit into her.

He wasn't sure where such primal need was coming from, but he was driving into her with force, speed, and power. Grunts and curses left his mouth, from his throat, with every slap of his skin against hers. "Can't fucking get enough of you, baby."

She felt her body heat rise, a slow burn from the tips of her toes, and she almost screamed into the palm of his hand, but moved in a way that begged him not to stop, needing just as much as he did.

"Oh, fucking..." he panted, moving onto his knees. He grabbed her legs and pulled hard, chuckling as her head slid off the lumpy pillow and hit the mattress. He thrust harder as he lifted her legs up and wound them around his torso, angling her hips a bit. "Quiet," he warned, and then he moved his hand away from her mouth. He laughed again at the expression on her face, like a drugged kitten, with her lips pressed together tightly and her eyes locked on his. He turned his head and kissed the skin of her legs that he could reach, and trailed his fingers lightly up her thigh, until his thumb found a home.

Her eyes bulged then and she grabbed frantically for his hand, pulling it back toward her mouth. She sucked on two of his fingers while he strummed her clit like an acoustic guitar, and when she began to clench, she bit down hard on the meat of his palm and let out a feral, high-pitched growl.

"Holy shit," he spat harshly, her body latching onto him too tightly for him to move. He didn't need to, though; watching her writhe and thrash beneath him caused his own hard and mighty release. He stifled the urge to grunt any louder than he was, swallowing a yell that had built in his throat, and every muscle in his body tightened and seized as his cock twitched inside of her, spilling into her.

After what seemed like hours but was truly only fleeting moments, he fell onto her and dropped soft kisses to her heaving chest and licked at the pulsing vein in her neck. "Never," he said, "felt like that," he paused to kiss her glistening skin, "before." He lapped at her hard-beating pulse and skimmed his fingertips up her hot body.

She shivered and trembled at his touch, chuckling as a small orgasm rolled through her. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "I can't believe we just did that."

"We're not at work," he said smugly, his lips trailing across her chin. "So technically, they can't say shit."

She laughed and ran her hands through his short hair, sighing happily as she looked up at him. "That was incredible."

He nodded eagerly, agreeing, and kissed her lips. "I meant it," he began, "When I said it was never like that before. I don't know what came over me, but, damn, you just took whatever I gave, and I have...never felt..."

She held a finger to his lips and shook her head. "Me either," she breathed. "And, uh, I can take whatever you give, as long as you know eventually, I'll give it right back." She winked at him and smirked as he moved in for a kiss, which she gladly accepted. When he pulled away, she blinked once, and said, "You didn't have anything to prove, though."

"What?" he questioned, furrowing his brow. "I wasn't trying to..."

"When we got back," she interrupted, her nails still grazing his scalp through his short hair, "Kathy ran to you like a hungry wolf. I heard, uh, she's dropping the kids off later, and I...I heard what else she said to you, what she asked of you, and before you get defensive, I heard what you told her. I think that's...that's what brought out the animal just now. You didn't have to do that, I'm not going anywhere."

He looked down at her, stunned. "No, I...this wasn't that." He licked his lips and kissed her sweetly. "She knew there was no chance of us getting back together, at all, so even asking me to try was pointless. I think..." he brushed her hair back and swiped his nose against hers. "We had a lot of time to explore, baby. I know how and where you like to be touched, I know how to drive you crazy, I know what you want, what you don't want...and after what happened with Haven, I...knowing there's still someone out there after me, after us, I just...this was me being..."

She cut him off with a searing kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck and her hips bucking upward, sucking him deeper into her than he was. "We both get possessive. Now we know...we can, uh, vent." She grinned and kissed him again, moaning when his hands slipped down her still-heated skin, giving her goose-bumps. "There's a reason, you know."

"For what?" he questioned, relishing in the feel of her body against his.

"I get possessive...because I wanted you for so long, and now that I have you, I'm not giving you up." She had tears in her eyes. "Not for anything, or anyone, and whoever this asshole is, if he wants you, he'd better be prepared to go through me, and he's not going to..."

He slanted his lips over hers, slowly kissing her, the light smacking sounds filling the room. "You know I feel the same fucking way. No one's gonna touch you, baby. Well, except me." With another laugh, he kissed her and slowly peeled his body away from her. "We should get down there. See what they got out of Haven."

With a begrudging sigh, she sat up and looked around. "These beds, uh, aren't that uncomfortable."

He rose to his feet and bent to pick up their discarded clothes. He tossed her shirt to her and then held up her silky, black underwear. "Don't bother putting these back on." He winked at her and pulled his jeans up, slipped hit feet into a pair of NYPD logo slippers, and tugged his own tee-shirt over his head. As he straightened out the hem, he eyes Olivia, watching her pull on a pair of thin, cotton sweatpants. "I love you."

The way he said it, the waver in his voice, made her head snap up to look at him. She ran to him and threw her arms around him. "I'm okay," she whispered. "You're okay. We're fine. And no one is going to..."

"I love you so much," he said, cutting out the rest of her sentence. He held her tightly, breathing her in, and slowly pulled away from her. He waited for her to put her own slippers on, and then took her by the hand and led her down the metal stairs. He saw the heads turn before he could say anything, and four teenaged bodies made a run for him. "Whoa, whoa, guys!"

Olivia laughed, watching Elliot nearly collapse into a pile with his kids, and she smiled warmly when he kissed them each on the forehead and the cheeks. What she wasn't expecting was each one to run to her next. She locked eyes with Elliot, her face betraying her confusion, and he looked to be near tears. "I'm okay..." she said slowly, hugging the Stabler brood. "I'm okay, go back to your..."

"We know what you did," Dickie, the only boy in the group, said firmly. "Thank you."

"What I did?" Olivia asked. "I didn't...I didn't do anything. We were both..."

Maureen, the oldest, held up a hand. "You pulled him out from under that car. You kept him safe, this whole time, he could have already been..." she stopped herself from saying it, because it hurt to even think about it. "Thanks, Liv."

Olivia bit her lip and nodded. "He, uh, he's my partner. It's my job to..."

"Liv," Elliot interrupted, stepping over to her. He looked at each one of his kids, and he took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he brought two fingers to the underside of Olivia's chin. He turned her head to face him, cupping it gently, and slowly moved in, bending his head, kissing her. He felt her tense, felt her body stiffen, but he only deepened the kiss. He pulled away and caught her stunned, almost panicked expression, before he spoke. "They know."

Trying to remember how to breathe, she nodded, giving Kathleen, Elliot's middle daughter, a light push toward her father. She coughed a bit, but smiled slightly when the kids were ensconced by their father again. She turned her attention toward Cragen, who looked disapprovingly at her. "What, um, what did he say?"

"He gave us a description," Cragen said, "Just like he gave you. We had a sketch artist in the room with him, and despite the amount of morphine pumping through him, it was pretty damn good." He took a thick sheet of sketch paper from Fin, turned it over with a slow sigh, and held it up to Olivia. "Look familiar?"

Her hand shot to her mouth as a throaty gasp escaped, and she slowly shook her head as she backed up toward Elliot.

He pushed his kids to one side of him and pulled Olivia into his arms, his eyes on the charcoal drawing of a man he once swore he'd never have to see again. His jaw tightened as he swallowed hard and bent his head. "Relax," he said to her. "We're totally safe here. I'm not leaving you, and I'm not letting you out of my sight." He reached one arm out and grabbed his son's collar, pulling him into what had become a group hug, and he eyed Cragen. He nodded once, and when he saw the look Cragen was giving him in return, he smirked evilly. He knew.

It was going to end.

Tonight.

Peace and Love

Jo

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