AN: As I explained, this chapter will start where we left off, at the end of Day 6. I really thought about leaving things up to your imagination, but I figured there would be several people that would be out for blood. So, I compromised…and here we go.

Day 6 (continued).

Olivia reached for Elliot and pulled him down on the bed with her, never breaking the kiss. Elliot quickly shifted his weight to her right side, and Olivia rolled on her right side towards him as she slid her left arm beneath his. Elliot cupped the back of her head with his left hand, holding her in place as he kissed her deeply. His right hand slid down her back until he was cupping her ass, and he pulled her lower body against his. Olivia hooked her left leg over both of his, and Elliot bent his knee slightly, pushing her thighs apart.

They'd been kissing all week, but Olivia could feel a difference in the energy…in the way Elliot was devouring her mouth…owning her. She knew how he felt because she felt the same. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him, and she knew that the time for exploration…for taking things slowly…would come later. She was too wound up…too frustrated from this week of constant teasing…and she could tell from the heat of Elliot's kisses that he felt the same.

Elliot felt Olivia rake her fingernails down his back, and he broke the kiss with a grunt. He trailed his mouth down her jawline as he squeezed her ass. He ran his hand up her back, but with her body so close to his, he couldn't touch her like he wanted. Elliot pushed her over on her back, and he dropped his mouth to her neck.

Olivia pushed against his chest with her hands. "Don't you dare leave a mark." She said.

Elliot smiled against her skin, but he pulled his knee from between her thighs and slid it over her leg so he was straddling her upper thighs. He looked down at her as she lay against the sheets. Her hair was fanned out, and he could see where his stubble had scraped her skin. He slid his hands beneath the hem of her t-shirt. "Maybe I'll just leave marks where no one can see them." He said in a husky voice as he pushed her t-shirt up and over her stomach. He snagged her tank top with it, and leaned over and placed a kiss on her ribcage.

Olivia watched him, but she still jumped when his lips made contact with her skin. He trailed kisses across her ribcage from one side to the other, holding her shirt in his hand. His hands bumped the underside of her breasts and he lifted his head to look at her.

Elliot saw Olivia biting down on her bottom lip, a look of anticipation in her eyes. He needed to know she was okay with where things were going…and he took the look in her eyes as approval. He used both hands to lift her shirt over her breasts, and Olivia arched her back and lifted her arms so he could pull them off completely. He leaned back on his knees, and let his eyes trail down, following the swell of her full breasts as they strained at the white lace. He leaned over and placed a kiss in the v of her cleavage, and then trailed his tongue over her skin until he hit lace. He opened his mouth and closed it gently over her, and Olivia arched her back. Elliot grasped her other breast in his hand, and teased and massaged her while he teased her other breast with his tongue. He could feel her peaked nipple and he bit down lightly through the lace.

Olivia couldn't believe Elliot had his mouth and hands on her, and his teasing was making her so wet. She wanted him to take it off…to feel his mouth against her skin. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and she wasn't going to tell Elliot, but he could get her off just from this. She arched her back again as she ran her hands over his head, urging him on. Elliot's mouth left her breast and she opened her eyes as he kissed his way back up her chest. He wasn't being gentle…and the way he was nipping and sucking at her skin made her think he was leaving his mark as promised. He ran his hands over her shoulders and toyed with the straps of her bra and Olivia's head was screaming at him to take it off. She opened her eyes when she felt his mouth leave her skin, and she saw him sitting back on his knees again.

Olivia had a complaint on her lips. She was used to being in charge in the bedroom, and she never minded asking for what she wanted. But this felt different, and she felt herself holding back. At least verbally.

Olivia sat up, forcing Elliot back a little. She didn't hesitate as she grabbed the hem of his polo shirt, and she pulled it up and over his head. She ran her hands down his chest and abs, and then back up, fanning her hands across to his shoulders. She leaned forward, and placed a kiss on his chest as she trailed her hands back down his abs. She felt his muscles contract beneath her hands, and that was such a turn-on. Olivia wrapped her hands around his belt buckle and she felt Elliot's hand slam over hers. He leaned over and captured her lips with his, and used the force of his body to push her back on the bed.

Elliot leaned over Olivia, bracing his arms on either side of her head. "Liv." He said as he looked in her eyes. "I didn't come in here and tell you all those things to get you in bed."

Olivia ran her hand behind Elliot's neck and pulled him towards her. He resisted her, but she lifted her head and kissed him, falling back against the bed. "Stop talking." Elliot was still straddling her, and Olivia lifted one of her thighs and pushed it against his groin, as she pulled her to him again.

Elliot groaned as her thigh brushed against him, and his arms buckled. He crashed down on top of her, his bare chest pressing into her breasts. The feel of the lace against his skin sent another rush of heat through his body, and even though he was telling her he wasn't expecting her to sleep with him, his lust was undeniable. He shifted some of his weight to his forearms, and he leaned in and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips.

Olivia slipped her arms beneath his and trailed her fingers down his back as she kissed him hungrily. She could feel heat…unrelenting heat, and she wanted her jeans off…Elliot's jeans off. She wanted skin on skin. She slid her hands to the waistband of his jeans and wrapped her hands it, lifting her hips up.

Elliot pressed his forehead against hers. "Liv." His voice was raspy. "I meant what I said. We can wait." He wanted her, but he didn't want to her to think that sex was all he wanted from her.

Olivia took her palms and pushed hard against his chest. It caught Elliot off-guard and Olivia used it to her advantage, pushing her body up and forcing him to fall on the bed next to her. She climbed on top of him, braced her arms on either side of his head, and leaned in. Her hair fell around his face, tickling his skin. "I told you to stop talking." Olivia said firmly, sucking his bottom lip between hers and then biting down just enough to get a reaction from him. She released his lip. "I think I've been pretty clear about what I want." She kissed him hard then, but before he could react, she moved her body down his. She placed open mouthed kisses on his neck, and then smiled as she started to suck and tease the skin there.

Elliot knew exactly what she was doing, and he grabbed her around her biceps and pulled her off him. He whipped her over on her back, and buried his face in her neck, and he felt her struggle against him as he sucked on her skin.

"Elliot." She hissed, but then she relaxed as he trailed his tongue down towards her cleavage.

Elliot stopped suddenly, and he lifted his head, looking at her in confusion.

"What?" Olivia asked.

Elliot pushed himself up on his knees, and reached into his pocket. He had felt his phone vibrating, and saw that he had a text message. He looked down at Olivia as she lay on the bed beneath him, and he prayed it wasn't Kathleen telling him they were on their way home. He flipped open the message, and read it, and he saw Olivia prop herself up on her elbows as she watched him.

"What?" she asked.

"Since the rain cleared, Weiden's is showing the movie. Kathleen is asking if they can stay." He gave her a little smirk. "What do you think?"

Olivia reached up and wrapped her hand around his belt buckle again. "What do I think? I hope it's a long movie."

EOEOEOEOEO

Elliot slipped his fingers back between her folds as he slid his mouth up her body and over her breast. He could tell she was close to coming again; he'd given her no respite after making her come against his mouth. He'd almost come as she'd writhed beneath him…as moan after moan left her mouth…as her hands had gripped the sheets and he'd held her hips in place with his hand. It's why he wouldn't let her touch him right now, despite her protests. He could barely keep control as it was, and when he'd seen the intent in her eyes as she'd slid down his body, he'd been quick to take control and get her on her back again.

The room was hot…they were both bathed in sweat, and neither had any idea how much time had really lapsed. He had imagined that their first time would be quick, but he was taking way too much pleasure in exploring her body…tasting her…gauging her reaction to everything he did.

Elliot slid two fingers inside of her and Olivia's hips came up off the bed as she gasped his name. His thumb found her clit and she let out a string of swear words that startled him. She was panting now and repeating his name like a plea…he wasn't sure for what. It was seconds later and he felt her walls clench around his fingers and the warmth of her juices on his hand as her body jolted and her hips came off the bed. He slid his fingers out of her gently and slid his lips from her breast to her neck. "God, I love you Olivia." He whispered in her ear.

Elliot fell on his back, and pulled her on top of him. She lay her head on his shoulder, and he could feel her trying to capture her breath. His erection was hot and hard…throbbing as he pulled Olivia's body tightly against his.

Elliot held her against him, giving himself another reality check. He was naked…in bed…with Olivia. When he'd finally gotten her clothes off, he'd stood and stared at the beautiful woman spread out on the bed in front of him, struck speechless, until Olivia had pulled him back down to her.

Olivia's had regained some of her breath, but her body was ablaze. She'd had two amazing orgasms, and her body clenched as she felt Elliot's erection against her. When he'd taken his jeans off, she hadn't been surprised…he was long and thick as she'd imagined…and she was aching to have him inside of her.

Olivia let her legs fall to either side, and she pushed herself up with her palms flat against his chest. She slid her slick folds along his length, and she felt his body jolt as he placed his hands on her hips, effectively holding her in place. He sat up then, and Olivia pushed herself up on her knees. She shifted her body and positioned herself over him, and she could feel him at her entrance.

Elliot held her hips in place, and he saw Olivia look up at him. "You're sure?" He asked. He knew what her reaction would be, but he needed to hear her say it.

"I'm sure." She whispered against his mouth.

Elliot captured her lips, but then broke the kiss. "Shit."

"What?" Olivia said lazily as she ran her hands across his shoulders.

"I don't have anything…" Elliot hadn't planned on having sex with anyone, and he certainly wasn't the type that carried condoms around with him.

Olivia hadn't even thought about it. She'd never let anyone have sex with her without a condom, but this was Elliot. "I want to feel you." She whispered. "I'm okay if you are."

Elliot slowly loosened his grip on Olivia's hips, and she lowered herself. She pushed down…her body tight after her orgasms…and Elliot groaned as he slid inside of her. "Go slowly." He whispered, looking down at where their bodies were joined.

Olivia lifted her hips, almost losing contact with him completely, and then pushed her hips down again, taking him a little deeper. She repeated this a couple of times until he was buried deep inside of her. She threw her head back as Elliot thrust his hips up, and she ground her hips down against him. "So deep." She moaned as Elliot kissed her neck.

Elliot's fingers were digging into her hips as he lifted her back up, and she slid up and down his shaft, rocking her hips as he set the pace. Her fingers slipped from his shoulders, and she gripped his biceps, loving the feel of his muscles as he guided her hips up and down.

"Fuck!" Elliot yelled out as her walls gripped him. She was so tight around him and it was taking everything inside of him to keep control. He knew it wouldn't be long. He slipped his hands from her hips and up her back as she rode him, and he looked at her…really looked at her. Her dark skin was glistening with sweat, her head was thrown back slightly, her breasts were bouncing slightly and her eyes were closed. The sight was erotic as hell. He knew then that he'd never have enough of her…that she was his…and that he'd had every right to be insanely jealous of any man that had ever seen her like this.

"Olivia." He gasped out as he buried his face in her chest. "God…" He grabbed her hips again, and he felt her falter against him.

Olivia was spent. Her thighs were burning and her body was on fire. She wanted to come…she needed to come. She couldn't keep up this pace. "I can't." She gasped out as she collapsed against him.

"You can." Elliot said. He gripped her ass and lifted her up, and then pushed her hips down as he fucked into her. She was trying to hold on, but her grip kept slipping off him, and then he felt her nails dig into his skin. She was gasping now, and he knew she was close. "Come on Liv. Come on baby." He was pushing her hips down hard with each thrust and her body jolted each time their bodies connected.

"Fuuccckk." Olivia gasped out, and her orgasm tore through her body. She heard Elliot curse as her body tightened around his, and his fingers dug painfully into her skin as he came. She felt the warmth spreading inside of her as he let go, surprised by this new sensation. She fell against him, her body spent, and he wrapped his arms around her lower back as he held her hips down against him still.

Olivia's body was still spasming around him, and he repeated a mantra of swear words against her skin as he held her. When he could finally catch a breath, he lifted her head with his hand until he could look at her. He kissed her gently, wanting to say something to her, but at a loss for words. Somehow, telling her he loved her didn't even come close to conveying the emotions he was feeling right now.

"Elliot." Olivia whispered his name. "I'm sorry, but I have to move." She didn't want to separate herself from him so quickly, but her thighs were cramping and she was exhausted…sated.

Elliot lifted her hips slowly…gently…and they both let out a little gasp as they lost contact with each other. Olivia fell to the side, and rolled on her back as she stretched out her legs, trying to work out the rubbery feeling and the cramps.

Elliot settled down next to her, and placed his hand on her stomach, idly rubbing her skin as he looked down at her face. "I thought you took yoga." He teased.

Olivia didn't even bother to answer him. She stretched out her legs, and then bent her knees, planting her feet flat on the bed. "I would have pegged you for a missionary man." She said with a smile. "I didn't know I was going to have to do all the work."

"All the work?" Elliot asked. "You're joking, right? I'm going to have to do some extra weight-lifting." He teased, flexing his arm.

"That's awfully presumptuous…" Olivia said, her tone light and flirty.

Elliot leaned over and kissed her. "I like my chances."

EOEOEOEOEO

Elliot knocked on Olivia's door, and when she didn't answer, he went inside. The shower wasn't running, but the bathroom door was closed. "Liv." He said urgently. "The kids are on their way back!" He had thought they'd had a little more time, so they had laid in bed and talked for a while, trying to recover a little, and they needed to take showers. But Kathleen had texted him as he was getting dressed, and he knew they had only minutes.

Olivia's room was a mess. Their clothes, pillows and blankets were all on the floor, and the sheets were twisted on the bed. He tried to straighten out the sheets, and Olivia walked out into the bathroom, completely naked. She saw him staring, and she furrowed her brow.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Um…nothing." Elliot said. "I just…" He turned away and focused on the bed. If he looked at her any longer, he was going to be trying to hide a hard on from his kids.

Olivia laughed as she pulled on some underwear. It was nice to have someone look at her that way. It had been too long. She heard the car pull up and they both turned and looked at each other. Elliot kissed her hastily as he rushed out of her room, and she wondered how she was going to manage not to look guilty around the kids. When she was dressed, she kicked all their clothes behind the bed. She tossed the pillow on the bed, and pulled the comforter on the bed.

When she opened the door, she heard Elizabeth in the main room.

"What happened in here?"

Olivia closed her eyes, remembering the disaster in the kitchen. The broken glass and spilled wine. The half-made salad on the counter. The fire extinguisher on the floor.

She needed to create a diversion. She walked up behind the kids. "How was the movie?" She asked. "Did you guys have fun?"

Dickie and Luke launched into a retelling of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie that had been shown, while Elizabeth corrected any errors she thought they'd made. Elizabeth then went on to say how Kathleen and Jess weren't really watching; they were flirting with these boys, and that got Elliot's attention. But Kathleen didn't really seem to care. She had a big smile on her face, and kept looking over at Olivia, and just like she thought, Olivia couldn't help but feel like she'd been busted.

When the kids were all talked out, Elliot sent them off to bed. They had to get up early in the morning and get packed up and head back to the city. The kids were all grumbling about leaving as they climbed the stairs, but they were all tired, and Elliot knew they'd be asleep soon. As soon as he heard all their doors close, he turned and saw Olivia had started cleaning up the mess. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. "I'll clean up." He said. "Go ahead and go to bed."

"I can help." She said, stifling a yawn.

Elliot chuckled. "Go to bed."

Olivia was exhausted, so she wasn't going to argue. "I wish I didn't have to sleep alone." She said quietly.

Elliot looked upstairs. "Who said you were sleeping alone?" he asked. "I'll be in after I get this cleaned up."

"But the kids…"

"We'll be up way before them." He nudged her towards the edge of the island. "Go."

EOEOEOEO

Day 7

Olivia woke up with Elliot snuggled up against her back and his arm wrapped around her waist. His feet were tangled with hers, and her short white nightgown was pooled at her waist. She could feel Elliot's erection pressed against her ass, but he was snoring lightly behind her. She looked at the clock, and saw it was already 830. She ran her hand up his arm, but he didn't stir. She shook his arm lightly, and he pushed his hips forward.

"El." She said quietly. "El." She shook him again, and this time he woke up.

"Hmmm." He mumbled against her hair.

"We have to get up."

Elliot slid his hand over her hip and down to her inner thigh. "Mmmm." He slid his hand up over her panties and pulled her body back against his erection.

Olivia wanted to melt back against his body, but she knew they didn't have time. "The kids are going to be up soon."

Elliot sighed and moved his arm up over hers, hugging her against him. "I know. Wishful thinking."

"Yeah." Olivia sighed along with him. "I wish we didn't have to go home today." This had been such a wonderful week, and despite how things had ended up, she was still uncertain about what was going to happen once they got back to New York City. But she didn't want to talk about it now…she didn't want to ruin whatever spell this place had put on them.

Olivia extricated herself from Elliot's grasp and sat up, letting her feet fall to the floor.

Elliot ran his hand down her back. "I know. I don't want to leave either." He propped himself up on one elbow, his palm still flat on her back. "Hey."

Olivia looked back at him.

"We're going to be okay." He said, sensing her unease. "Everything's going to be okay."

Olivia tried to give him a small smile, and she nodded. She hoped he was right.

EOEOEOEOEO

The trip back to the city seemed to take forever. It hadn't taken as long to pack up as she'd thought, and Elliot had said they had a cleaning crew coming in, so they didn't need to clean or restock shelves or anything. He had made a quick breakfast for everyone while they packed and loaded everything in the car. The kids had been quiet while they ate, knowing vacation was over and that school started soon, and Olivia almost felt bad for them. Except she had to go back to work on Monday herself.

Elliot had insisted on dropping the kids off in Queens first before taking Olivia at home, and it was a little sad to say goodbye. When Kathleen hugged her, Olivia thanked her for inviting her, and Kathleen had laughed and promised to 'be in touch'. When the kids had disappeared in the house, she climbed back in the Jeep, and her thoughts were consumed with what was going to happen when they got back to Manhattan. She didn't know if Elliot would just drop her off at her apartment, or if he'd want to come up. Or if he'd drop her off and then come back later…

She thought maybe they needed to talk, but the only thing she wanted to do was climb into bed with him for the rest of the weekend and forget the world for just a few more days.

"Liv."

Olivia turned to look at him.

"You okay?"

Olivia pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Then let's go."

EOEOEOEO

Olivia closed her eyes and relaxed, tangling her fingers with Elliot's as they lay next to each other. She felt Elliot move beside her, and she opened her eyes and saw him roll over on his side as he released her hand. He kissed her bare shoulder, and she jumped as his hand smoothed over her bare abdomen.

"Have I told you how much I love this bikini?" Elliot asked as he placed another gentle kiss on her shoulder.

"Just a few times." Olivia said with a small laugh.

"But I like you a lot better without the bikini." Elliot said as he teased the seam of her bikini bottoms.

"You're incorrigible." Olivia said. "I don't know why I put up with you." She teased.

"You put up with me because I managed to talk Dave into letting us come back up here and stay for a few more days." He slid his hand up over her stomach. "And because I called Cragen and told him we wanted to use a few more of our vacation days…" He leaned over and captured her lips. "And because I'm good in bed."

"Incorrigible and arrogant." She said as she ran her hand over his arm. She lifted her head slightly and kissed him. "I don't know when you managed to call Dave and Cragen, but it was a wonderful surprise."

Five more days. Just the two of them. It was heaven.

By 3, they had their suits on and were laying on the swim dock…and Olivia couldn't be happier. She knew they'd have to deal with reality soon, but she was really looking forward to having a few days to themselves to just be together…to test out this new reality.

Elliot was nuzzling Olivia's neck, and his fingers had drifted just slightly beneath the seam of Olivia's bikini bottoms again. She was moaning lightly as he kissed her neck, and he swore she lifted her hips of the deck slightly at his touch. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking that a week ago, I never would have imagined I'd be lying here with you like this." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "That after all these years of wishing and wanting, that I'd hear Elliot Stabler tell me that he loves me. It doesn't feel real."

"It's real Olivia. I love you. I have for a long time."

Olivia smiled. "You can say it a million times. It just has to sink in." She kissed him. "I love you too."

Elliot leaned in and kissed her deeply. When he released her lips, he brushed her hair back from her face. "If I have to say it a million times, I will. And I'm going to spend the next five days proving it to you." He slid his hand down to her hip. "I think I promised you the world." He smiled down at her. "And I'm a man of my word."

The End.