Confession: I may have been listening to "All I Ask" by Adele on repeat when I wrote this chapter.

Chapter 4

Olivia stood in front of the mirror in the cribs fixing her dress. With Elliot out of town, she was working longer days so she brought everything to work to get ready. Her hair was straight and tucked partly behind her ears, her black dress hugged her curves but still left something to the imagination and her clutch rounded out the ensemble. She was satisfied with how she looked, but not satisfied with who she was going out with. She had called Charles to cancel the day before but lost her nerve when he sounded overly excited when she called. She also knew the theatre tickets were nonrefundable.

She sat down on the bench to put on her heels when her eyes floated up to the name of the locker in front of her..Stabler. He had not left her mind since he showed up at her apartment the other night.

His lips were more demanding than the first time they kissed. Olivia touched her lips at the memory of how he coaxed her mouth open, his tongue plunging deep inside her mouth. His hands were at the small of her back and he pulled her as close to him as possible. She moaned at the contact and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his head down even closer. Goosebumps had formed all over her body and she felt the beginnings of his erection against her leg. He finally pulled away from her to give them both a chance to catch their breaths and rested his forehead against hers.

"I'm running late, I have to go get the kids," he explained and she couldn't help but wish that he had a bit more time. Her body had been aching for him. It was so foreign but so exciting at the same time.

The sound of her phone buzzing jolted her back to the present. She put on both of her heels and opened the door to the cribs to meet Charles who let her know he was downstairs in the lobby. As she walked through the squad room, she barely noticed the stares from her coworkers at her attire but focused on Elliot's empty desk and the fact that he couldn't get to her elevator that night before running back to her real quick and stealing another kiss. The thought brought a smile to her face and gave her a tingling feeling. She didn't know how she was going to get through the evening with one man while another was at the forefront of her mind. She wished that Elliot was back in town so they could pick up where they left off but she knew he needed the time with his kids.

She spotted Charles the second she entered the lobby. He was a good-looking guy and someone that if it wasn't for her errant thoughts of her partner she would totally be interested in.

"You look fantastic," he complimented her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

I'll see you when I get back.

She tried to shake Elliot's words from her head. "Thank you," she answered. "Shall we?"

"Absolutely."

She was still rattled by the thoughts of her partner when Charles opened the car door for her to get in. She had one leg almost in when she heard Cragen's unmistakable voice behind her. "Liv, I need you," he stated simply. Just like that, her date was off. She shot Charles an apologetic look.

"Ill call you. I'm sorry," she whispered and followed Cragen inside. The following hours were a whirlwind. She was momentarily relieved to not go on the date until she went upstairs and discovered the details of the case. It was a mysterious 911 call from a child believed to be abducted.

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Elliot walked into his empty apartment drained from the long drive. Kathleen had gotten sick so they cut the trip short by a day so she could go home and rest. Although he hated to miss time with his kids, he was overjoyed that the trip in itself went well. His daughters had a tendency to be high maintenance but they were on their best behavior considering the less than glamorous setting. His cell reception was spotty and every once a while he would sneak away to text Olivia. She responded at first but then later he didn't hear back. He reached out to Munch to make sure everything was ok at work and Munch told him about the Recinos case. Olivia was running point and she was 100% dedicated to finding the missing girl…as she always was. He was worried and texted her to call him if she needed to. She hadn't called when he got word from Munch a few hours before that the case was wrapped up and that Maria had been found alive. He thought about going to her place to check on her but when he passed by on the way home her lights were out and he could tell she wasn't home.

He unpacked and settled on the couch nursing a beer trying to find something to watch on television. He kept checking his phone to see if he had any messages from her but there wasn't anything. If anyone knew how bad cases could affect you it was Elliot and he wanted to give her the space she needed but he felt a shift between them since the night in her apartment.

It wasn't supposed to change anything.

It was a stupid conversation in a bar that was supposed to be all in fun but when she was laid out beneath him and he could feel how turned on she was for him it changed something for him. He felt a stronger sense of possession for her and when Lisa interrupted them in the diner and mentioned their date he immediately felt like he owed her an explanation. He had only kissed her. He hadn't had the chance to be inside her but he already felt like she was his.

He got up and started pacing around the living room, draining what was left of his beer and getting another. He didn't know how they got here in such a short amount of time. How she went from his partner and best friend to someone that he was up at night thinking about constantly.

Elliot needed to relieve some tension and thought about going to the gym but it was late. He once again considered going to her place and just sitting there to wait for her to come home. He just needed to make sure she was ok. He finished his second beer, grabbed his jacket and decided to take a cab to her place. He was going to sit there until she got home since he figured he wasn't going to be sleeping much anyway.

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Olivia drove around for an hour not sure where she wanted to go. Her phone kept ringing. If it wasn't Charles looking to reschedule their date and check on her, it was Fin or Elliot. Everyone was just concerned about her, she knew that but all she could think about was pulling Maria Recinos out of that garbage bag in that empty lot. It was a scene she knew no amount of alcohol would be able to erase.

Olivia cried to herself in the car on the way to the hospital, held Maria's hand while she was examined by a doctor and took her statement. She stayed with the social worker and a piece of her heart ripped out at the sound of her name on the little girl's tongue when she had to leave. She decided to stay until Maria was sleeping and settled. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to call Charles back. There was only one place she wanted to be.

She parked the car and followed another tenant inside the apartment building. There was no thinking, agonizing or deliberating. She had made up her mind. When she arrived at the door she took a deep breath and knocked. She had only knocked once when the door opened and his keys were in his hands.

"Liv? I was just on my way to see you," Elliot announced a bit startled to see her at his door.

She smiled nervously and put her hands in her pockets. "Great minds think alike I guess. Can I come in?"

He backed away from the door and gestured with his left hand. "Of course come on in."

She looked around for a second and turned around to face him while he shut the door.

"Do you want a drink or something?" he offered.

Olivia shook her head. "No. That's not what I want."

She took all of him in. From his broad shoulders to muscular forearms, toned stomach and his trademark arrogant stance. He watched her closely as if she was a wild caged animal that any sudden movement would cause a problem.

"El," she breathed. "You said—you said just one night right? One night and we would be okay tomorrow. Right?" She was nervous and fidgeting but she had never wanted anything more than she wanted her partner at this moment.

He held his breath while he processed her words. He wanted to tell her that he had doubts that he could be with her one time and that he felt stronger for her than he realized. He wanted to confess that he thought maybe they should give it a real shot. But when his eyes locked with hers and he saw the need and desperation, he swallowed his deliberations. "Yeah Liv. We will be okay tomorrow. I promise."

She regarded him for a moment and stepped forward wrapping her arms around his waist. They swayed back and forth, just hugging and she felt so at home and safe in his arms. He had always been such a rock for her and now she wanted the comfort of not only his words and friendship..but his body.

Her fingers dug into his lower back where she held him and she began to slowly massage his skin. She lifted her head from his chest and kissed a trail from his shoulder to his neck. She felt him start to respond to her touch by rubbing her back as she continued to kiss and nip at him. She lightly bit his earlobe and he gasped. She took advantage of his open mouth and kissed him hard and urgently. He cupped her ass and he put his tongue in her mouth deepening the kiss. Olivia was firing on all cylinders now. Her body was on full alert and she felt the familiar feelings creeping back inside her like she felt during their last attempt at intimacy. Her nipples were hard and scraping against his shirt. She slid off her jacket and then slid his down his arms, never breaking contact with his mouth. He squeezed her breasts and she was turned on from the way they fit perfectly in his big hands. He flicked her nipples and she cried out grasping for the hem of his shirt. She needed to feel his skin against hers. She was tired of there being barriers between them. Tonight, just for tonight she told herself.

She wanted all of Elliot Stabler. Every inch.

When his shirt hit the ground, she reached for his belt buckle but he stopped her deciding to pull her shirt off instead. When her crème lace bra came into view, Elliot growled and the sound sent the liquid heat pooling into her panties. She couldn't remember the last time she was this turned on.

Elliot was trying to pace himself but the contrast between Olivia's olive skin and crème bra with her breasts overflowing sent all the blood flowing straight to his dick. He had a lot of doubts about things in his life but there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to bury himself as deep as he could within Olivia and make her come as many times as she would allow. He was going to stop at nothing to make her scream his name in ecstasy. He wanted to taste every inch of her body but none of that was going to happen if they didn't slow things down.

Olivia went for his belt buckle again and he stilled her. The stakes were higher this time and if she rubbed him the way she did the last time, this endeavor would be over before it began. He was certain there would be no interruptions because he wasn't scheduled back at work until Monday and she was off the next few days after the case. There was time.

"Liv wait," he breathed. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

Before she could protest, he took her hand and walked her to his room. He shut the door and she immediately began to kiss him again. Elliot's lips would be the death of her. She didn't know how it was possible that someone who was rough around the edges in so many ways managed to have such soft lips and kiss her so tenderly.

"Hold on a second," he said holding both her hands and her body away from him.

"What is it now?" she asked with a mix of frustration and arousal.

"Liv I—I don't have," he swallowed hard. This was awkward but he knew he had to get this part of the conversation out of the way before he was too far gone to even think straight. "I don't have any condoms."

"What? How can you not have any?" she asked removing her hands from his grasp.

"Because I haven't needed them. There hasn't been anyone…since Kathy."

"Oh."

"I told you I wasn't serious about anyone."

Thoughts started to run through Olivia's mind about what that meant that he was willing to have sex with her as a casual thing and not anyone else but she shook all rationality from her mind. She still wanted him. More than anything.

"Let me go to the store," he offered getting ready to put on his pants.

"El. It's fine."

"Li-" she put two fingers over his mouth to quiet him.

"El. It's fine. I'm on the pill. I want to feel all of you," she sighed shyly. "Unless you want to—"

He kissed her before she could finish. "No. I want to feel you too," he agreed in between kissing her. "All of you."

He unbuckled her belt while continuing to make love to her mouth. Olivia felt like she was intoxicated. His touch, his lips, his body had all of her senses on high alert. He dragged her jeans down her long legs and she was in such a daze that he had to help her step out of them.

"Shit," he cursed at the vision of her in her bra and matching crème lace panties. His dick was throbbing with need. He guided her over to his bed and she sat down on the edge. She was trembling and he couldn't tell if he was from fear or need. "Are you ok?"

She shook her head yes and reached for his belt buckle. He didn't stop her this time and held his breath while she pulled his pants down. He was trying to stay in control and he prayed for the will to be able to hold it together and not embarrass himself in front of her. She stroked his impressive length through his boxer briefs and he threw his head back. He needed to stay strong. When he heard her moan he put his hand over hers to stop her. He didn't know if he would get this chance again and he needed to take his time. Hearing her make sexy sounds would do nothing but have him rip her panties to shreds and be submerged in her without preamble.

Elliot began to lie on top of her and she leaned back. She spread her legs and he settled in between, his lips colliding with hers. She poured every bit of frustration, hurt, anger, lust and desire into the kiss. Every emotion she had been feeling over the past couple of days. He returned the kiss with just as much fervor and began to pull down the strap of her bra. She was nervous for a split second at the realization that he was about to see her naked for the first time. She held her breath as the bra came down her arms and her bare breasts came into view. He unhooked the clasp from the back and threw it on the floor. Her caramel nipples hardened even more under his stare. He gazed at them for a few seconds before his eyes met hers again and his blue irises were almost black. He wasted no time taking her right breast into his mouth sucking so hard that she arched off the bed at the sensation.

"Ahhhhh," she gasped and put her hand on the back of his head. His tongue flicked her nipple and she could feel the slickness seep onto her thighs. He kneaded her other one pulling it between his thumb and index finger and then switched sides taking the other breast in his mouth and she moaned.

She had to have him inside her. She didn't want foreplay. She didn't want them to take this slow. She wanted him in between her legs hard and fast. While he focused on her breasts, she maneuvered herself to rid him of his boxers. It was hard for her to reach and she used her legs to help pull them down. She got them down to his ankles and her hand began to work her way down. He moved just out of her reach and dragged his mouth from her breasts down her stomach and his lips landed right above her panties. He looked up at her and saw her hooded eyes. He could sense she was nervous but she was turned on too. There was no turning back.

"Please," she begged. He had her panties off in an instant throwing them on the floor to join the other pile of clothes. He sat up on his knees, his eyes focused on the small patch of brown curls and the glistening between her legs. He spread her legs even wider settling them on both sides of his hips and sank one finger inside her. He gasped when he felt how ready she was.

"So wet," he murmured appreciatively.

She arched off the bed again and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Elliot watched her and he never thought he saw anything more erotic in his entire life.

"Fuuu-," she breathed writhing on the bed. He added a second finger and he could feel her starting to clench against him. She was going to come. His hand hadn't been between her legs for more than a minute and her traitorous body was about to shatter for him. He wanted the first time she came to be with him pushing inside of her but he decided he needed her to come against his fingers. He wanted to see her, all of her, as he brought her to the brink.

Elliot continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her core and she braced her feet on the bed, scrunching the sheets in her hands as she felt the orgasm building up within her.

"El, I'm-," she groaned but couldn't form the sentence.

"I know," he rasped curling his fingers inside her walls. "Let it go Liv." No sooner than the words left his lips, she was bucking off the bed, the orgasm ripping through her and her legs falling beside him as her walls clenched down on him. It took every bit of willpower he had not to come at the sight of her. Her skin was flushed, there were beads of sweat on her forehead and she squeezed one of her breasts without thinking while she tried to calm her breathing.

But Elliot couldn't wait.

He had waited long enough.

He pulled off his boxers entirely and climbed back on top of her. His length rested against her opening and he could feel the heat radiating from her.

"Spread your legs wider," he whispered in her ear and she thought she would pass out she was so turned on. Her hands were under his arms grasping his back. He kissed her at the exact moment that he pushed into her.

"Unhh," she moaned into his mouth and he bit down on her lip at the feeling of her soft velvet walls.

"You're so tight," he breathed. His eyes were screwed shut trying to maintain control. "You ok?"

She clenched her muscles and he jerked a little. "Yeah. Don't stop please."

He took a deep breath and began to fill her with every inch of him. As he got deeper, he could feel her short nails digging into his back. Her lips left his and she threw her head back moaning.

He pulled almost completely out and sank bank into her in one thrust and could feel her body begin to accept him. He did it again and again and soon they had developed their own rhythm. Olivia almost blacked out at the sheer pleasure that he was evoking from her body. He filled every millimeter inside of her and she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming.

This.

This is what she needed.

There was no other care in the world. It wasn't about victims or bodies or rapes or murders. It was about her and the man she cared about most in the world coming together to give and take from each other exactly what they both wanted. They made love the way they worked. In sync, in perfect rhythm, sensing what the other person needed. All awkwardness was gone. It was like they knew each other's bodies for years. Elliot increased his rhythm making sure to bury himself deep within her and hold it with each thrust. The motion brushed against her clit and she began to cry out every time his dick drove into her.

"Jesus El. It's so good," she cooed. The sweat began to run down his back and he could feel the tingling building up. Although she was beneath him, Olivia began to roll her hips and Elliot growled.

"Liv—You're gonna make me-," he tried to choke out. "You gotta come for me baby," he begged and she didn't have time to process that he called her baby. She shattered at his words holding on to him tight as he pumped into her a few more times before releasing. She felt his warmth spread inside her and she closed her eyes absorbing it all.

They held each other for what seemed like minutes, while breaths and heart rates slowed, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways. She didn't want him to let go and for a fleeting moment that terrified her.

Elliot sat up on his forearms, still keeping their lower halves in tact but trying to keep his weight off of her.

"You ok?" he asked. She could sense that he was a little nervous.

She smiled and took the little energy she had left to bring her index finger to his cheek and rub it. "Yes. I'm more than ok."

He returned her smile and gently pulled out of her. Seeing him lay back on the bed and help them both under the covers was the last thing she saw before her eyes drifted closed and she fell in a deep sleep.

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Olivia woke up startled for a moment when she realized she wasn't in her bed. The memories all came flooding back to her.

Her.

Elliot.

Sex.

Defying all laws of nature she felt her body react again at the thoughts of him between her legs.

She needed to go to the bathroom. The room was dark and when she tried to get up her limbs were much heavier than she realized. When she returned from the bathroom, she leaned slightly over the bed and saw that Elliot was sound asleep. She looked around for a clock to see what time it was and saw it was a little after 1am. She must've been sleeping for a little over two hours. She didn't know what the rules were for leaving. They agreed to one night. She looked around for her clothes and decided she didn't want to make it uncomfortable for him so she would get dressed and go home even though a large part of her wanted to stay. She was getting her underwear off the floor when she heard his groggy voice. "Get back in the bed Liv."

She was startled and although it was pretty dark her eyes were adjusted enough to see that he rolled over on his side and was staring at her.

"I should—"

"Get back in the bed," he deadpanned.

She sighed and sat back down on the bed. "Do you have a t-shirt I can put on?"

"No." She could hear the smile in his voice and it made her feel better that things hadn't gotten weird.

"I'm serious."

"Me too. Lay back down." He pulled the covers back and waited patiently while she laid back down next to him.

"We are not going to cuddle," she joked.

"Oh I know," he retorted. She felt the bed shifting and saw that he was moving. She couldn't tell what he was doing until she felt his hand on her thigh pulling it towards him. He could feel that she was unsure of what was going on and he preferred it that way. Olivia was always in control of everything and tonight he wanted to take some of that control from her.

"What are you doing?" she asked when she started to feel him maneuver his body back on top of her.

He brushed his lips across hers barely touching them and spoke. "I want to taste you."

Her nipples immediately hardened and she could feel herself getting wet for him again.

"El we can't," she pleaded clearly aroused.

"No?" he asked and she could hear the playfulness in his voice. His hand cupped her mound and she leaned into his touch. He chuckled lightly feeling her move against his hand wanting the penetration.

"Are you sure it isn't yes?" he breathed kissing her neck. He couldn't get enough of her. "Tell me Yes." His middle finger entered her and she whimpered. She was getting wetter and wetter the more he stroked.

"Yes," she breathed. He kissed her again and she watched as the top of his head descended lower and lower until it settled in between her legs. When his warm tongue licked the most private part of her body she cried out in pleasure and in agony. She came against his mouth and she came with his dick buried inside of her again. When the last orgasm ripped through her body and she held on to her partner and best friend for dear life, she closed her eyes tight and let one rational thought finally creep in.

She realized she was in fucking trouble.