*As always, thanks to Gayani! **This chapter was inspired by the Heatwave fics! So this chapter is dedicated to them! :) Elliot glanced over at his partner, her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils catching his eye across the squad car they sat in on the way back from a call. The air wasn't working again and she had her personal mini fan blowing. He watched as she licked her lips to wet them, causing him to let out a soft groan, loud enough to grab her attention.

"Problem, partner?" Olivia chuckled.

"I uh…I'm fine."

"Really? I'm rather…hot." Olivia slowly unzipped her light sweater and pulled it off, teasing him.

Elliot's eyes darkened at the bit of exposed skin she had just revealed. "Darlin, don't stop there. We wouldn't want you to get a heatstroke now would we?"

Olivia drew her shirt over her head, grinning, leaving her in a black lacy bra and dark wash jeans that hugged her ass like a second skin.

"Much better don't you think Stabler? Maybe I should take my pants off too…"

"I think you're a tease, Benson. A very hot, sexy, tease. And I think that I've just decided against driving you home. Club. Now. I think if you want to strip down I'm all for it. But you will wear whatever you have left on into the club. No dressing. Minx."

Olivia caught his eye, deliberately shimmying out of her pants, the big wet spot on her lavender lace g-string making him grin.

Elliot turned the car around, heading in the direction of the club. He parked in the garage that led to the private entrance, locked away their weapons, and led Olivia in, dressed only in her bra and matching panty set. He squeezed her hand as they entered, together, for the first time in two years. Olivia gave him a watery assured grin, she was finally back with the one man she was always meant to be with. A few heads turned and did a double take as they entered, smiling softly, murmuring to their partners. But as they walked in, everything else seemed to fade away for the couple, everything else but each other.

Olivia looked up at Elliot once they got to the play area, catching his eye. "How…and where do you want me sir?" Olivia kneeled at his feet, knees apart, hands behind her back, eyes lowered. Elliot perused the equipment, attempting to find the perfect thing, a cross between pain and pleasure, something that would both punish and please her. Chuckling, he strokes a finger down the side of her cheek, gently tracing Olivia's mouth before bringing her into a rough kiss.

"Such a good girl now, getting into position for daddy…but so naughty in the car. Follow me."

Elliot strides confidently over to a large X-cross in the center of the room. Motioning Olivia to stand in front of it, he carefully lifts her arms above her head and shackles each one into place with the leather cuff. Then he repeats the same step with ler legs before looking up to grin at her exposed skin.

"Your body is open wide to me from every angle this way, Liv. There's no hiding any part of you." Reaching forward, he unclasps the front clasp on her bra with a quick flick, and rips her panties off with a yank before grinning up at his handiwork and the flush in her already pink cheeks. "Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous….and all mine."

"I'm going to give you a choice. I can touch you. Taste you. Or slide a toy between your legs until you're begging me to stop."

Olivia lets out a needy whimper before speaking in a hoarse voice. "Toy."

He nods, pulling out a vibrator and guiding the toy between her legs, into her wet heat. Olivia gasps, hips already attempting to writhe in desperation, but stopped by the leather bands holding her still.

"Oh god…fuck…"

"The best part about an X-cross Liv? I can fill you up from every angle if I choose to."

Elliot's cock is already aching at the sight before him, but he vows to himself to make it all about his pleasure first. So, he slides the vibrator out, holding it directly on her bundle of stimulated nerves. Olivia moans, loudly. "Please…sir…I need to come. "

"Soon, love. Soon. Not yet. Hold on for me."

He withdraws out the toy, sliding two fingers deep inside her instead, and curling them.

Olivia let out a loud scream. "ELLIOT!" He pulls out his fingers, pushing the vibrator inside again, and again.

"Elliot, Elliot please…let me come."

He nods. "Just come."

She does, gushing, and going limp against the cross.

Elliot gently undoes her bonds before picking her up and carrying her to a bed across the room and placing her there. Olivia thrums with anticipation, with so much need she can feel herself vibrating with it.

"Please…take me, now. I need to feel you, El."

He nods, undressing quickly and shedding his clothes on the chair next to the bed. "Only because you asked so very nicely…"

Elliot grips her ankle, tugging her to meet him at the edge of the bed, and leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I plan to pin you to this bed and ride you until you're walking funny."

Olivia feels her body turn warm at the prospect, blood pumping and coursing through her. Elliot's gaze turns desperate, needy. "Get into position for me babe. All fours." Olivia does, rising onto her hands and knees. Elliot strokes her back, down to the generous curves of her ass, thumbs digging into her ass cheeks and gently massaging them.

"Tell me. Tell me you want me to make you mine again, here for everyone to see. You are mine. And I am yours. Just you and me."

"I want it El. Take me. Mark me. Make me yours.."

Elliot guides her back and grasps her hips firmly. Olivia lets out a long gasp as he plunges his cock deep inside her, sheathing himself in her juices.

He slides his hands up her sides from behind her, cupping her heaving breasts, finding and tweaking and tugging at her stiff nipples. Olivia cries out, grinding back against him. Elliot lets out a loud moan of his own, moving faster and deeper. "Fuck you're so wet. So hot…"

He holds her in place, driving his hips into her again and again, as her legs start to shake.

"Sir…Elliot..El…oh god. I'm close. So close.."

So come. Show me. Show everyone how pretty you are when you come around my cock.

"Yes! Yes…"

Elliot comes forcefully, crashing over the edge in synchrony and matched ecstasy. Olivia sags against him, chest naked and heaving.

"Rest up baby. Take a few minutes. I'm not finished with you just yet." Bending down to pick up his pants, he unclips his handcuffs from his belt buckle, holding them up to dangle in front of her, the metal tinkling above her. Elliot quickly turns her to face him and clasps the handcuffs around her wrists, locking her hands into place in front of her. "Let's play…"