Sorry this took me so long! Both the finales were crazy and my life has been a little crazy as well! So here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it, and hopefully it won't take me so long for the next one!

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Steam Heat

Elliot's heart was full. Olivia was sitting across from him at his kitchen table asking him to meet her son. He knew she wouldn't have offered if she really didn't want it to happen. When he had met her earlier in the year to get files from SVU for Kathy's case, she pretty much made her choice loud and clear. She wasn't ready. And actually, it was the right choice. He was nowhere near ready either. Even though he felt a pull towards the two of them, he knew it was right to wait then.

But now… now it felt right to meet him. He was over the moon about it. He couldn't keep from smiling. That has been happening a lot lately and he owed it all to the beautiful woman staring back at him with her gorgeous eyes and infectious smile.

She squeezed his hand before she got up and cleared their plates. She was standing at the sink, starting to rinse them when she felt his arms weave around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he pulled her closer. She closed her eyes, forgetting about the dishes, and leaned back on him. They stood there like that for a few minutes, both just reveling in the moment.

It was moments like this that really shook her. All this time had passed between the two of them. A decade. Ten years of her life without him, no contact of any kind, and here they were. Both half naked, standing at his sink, his arms around her just holding her like… like it was always meant to be this way. It was so effortless to fall into this with him, and yet she knew it was still going to be… complicated. She smiled and laughed internally at that thought because everything was always complicated between them. It was kind of their thing.

She decided to enjoy this time for a little bit longer, in this little bubble of theirs before they had to move into the more complicated parts. Telling people… his kids, her son, her squad, Sargent Bell, One PP… that was going to be the complicated part. The decision to be together was clearly made. There was no going back now, and she didn't want to. So, for now, she was going to make the most of this time together… while it was just the two of them.

She turned herself around in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and kissed him. He quickly wasted no time lifting her onto the sink, moving his way in between her legs, gripping her hips.

"I can't get enough of you…" he said in a low voice as he moved his lips from hers to her jawline. She sighed and tilted her head to give him better access. Her fingers were tracing up and down his biceps already knowing the grooves there by heart. She could feel the electricity in her skin start to vibrate through her. No man had ever caused her body to react as strongly or as quickly as Elliot. It was like he knew her better than she knew herself.

Just then an idea popped into her head. They really should shower before they leave to get Noah, and the idea of Elliot naked, wet and soapy was just too good to pass up. She moved her hands down to the waistband of his briefs, slipping her fingers underneath a little. She moved her face to look at him. His brilliant blue eyes sparkled as he looked back at her.

"I think we should start getting ready." She said, a little smirk on her face.

He slid his hands to her ass and pulled her into his hard-on.

"I am ready…" he said, smiling at his action of letting her know just what he was ready for.

Damn him for being so incredibly sexy she thought, and for a slit second, she thought about moving her hands down and stroking him, maybe letting him fuck her on the sink, but she remembered her plan, and mustered up every bit of self-control she could, steeling her mind on her own agenda.

She bit her bottom lip removing her hands from his waist, and pushed him back ever so lightly, sliding off the sink. She dipped under his arm and started walking towards the bathroom. She could feel his questioning stare, not quite understanding what was going on.

She turned and said, "I think we could both use a shower…" emphasizing the word both as she started unbuttoning his shirt she still had on. She turned as she slid it all the way off giving him a glimpse of her naked backside as she walked away and into the bathroom.

He was pretty sure the sound his jaw made hitting the floor might have woken up his downstairs neighbors. If it didn't, the sound of him tripping over himself as he pulled his briefs off surely did as he almost sprinted to meet her in the shower.

When he made it to the bathroom, the door was slightly closed, and he heard her start the shower. He took a deep breath before he pushed the door open. The fantasies he had of shower sex with Olivia were his favorite. He had plenty of dreams about her in the past, of them in an interrogation room, in the cribs, in her apartment, on their desks at work, but he had fantasized about her in his shower more times than he could count. The fact that this was actually happening, and she initiated it was… overwhelming him right now.

He pushed the door open and saw the outline of her body through the shower curtain. He felt the steam from the hot water, and his mouth ran dry. Not wanting to waste another second, he pulled back the curtain at the end of the tub and stepped in. His eyes immediately dropped to her legs and slowly made their way up her body, watching as the water cascaded down her beautiful golden skin. She turned to face him, getting her hair wet, arching into the spray.

He felt dizzy, intoxicated by her. He was pretty sure he might be drooling. He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from hyperventilating. Her skin, her body, the water, the heat, it was all too much for his brain to try to sort out. He heard a low sultry laugh come out of her mouth, and it send a bolt of electricity to his already raging hard-on, and her voice cut through the daze he was in.

"I'm pretty sure I've already told you once, that staring is rude…" she said her eyes melting into his soul.

He blinked a few times and swallowed hard trying to snap himself back together. He cleared his throat and said, "Sorry… I just can't help myself…"

She laughed again, this time pulling him by his hand to her. He was glad his instincts finally took over as his arms made their way around her waist. He sighed, feeling the relief touching her always gave him, and looked into her eyes.

"I love you." He said his eyes piercing into hers. She felt butterflies in her stomach again. She was never going to get tired of hearing him say that to her.

"I love you too El…" she said, as her breath hitched a little.

He pulled her into him, hugging her, knowing it was still overwhelming for her to say that to him. His hands roamed slowly over her body, lightly gripping and rubbing her skin. He felt her lean her head into the crook of his neck, and then felt her lips start to kiss his skin there. Her hands slid up his back causing goosebumps to break out across his body. She felt him shiver.

"You gonna make it Stabler?" she said jokingly.

He laughed, meeting her eyes again, and smiled.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this…" his eyes dropping down, slightly embarrassed of his confession.

"Of showering?" she said, smirking.

He looked up and laughed again. He knew she was playing with him.

"Shower sex with you was always my favorite fantasy… " he said, gaining a little bit more confidence. "You all wet, moaning my name up against the tiles…"

She felt heat creep up into her cheeks thinking about just how many times he fantasized about this. She turned them so he was under the water and lifted herself up on her toes to reach his ear.

"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you…" she whispered, and she felt his member twitch against her stomach and his hands gripped her tighter. She pulled his earlobe in her mouth and sucked, then made her way down his neck and bit the muscle joining his neck and shoulder. He gasped, knowing she was leaving her own mark there. It made his heart swell to feel her need to own him, just as he had that same need last night leaving that mark on her neck.

She smoothed her tongue over the bite mark and held onto his biceps as she kissed her way down to his chest. His hands loosened his grip on her allowing her to move where she pleased, and he almost fell over when she swirled her tongue around one of his nipples. His right forearm braced himself against the wall as his head lolled back, his eyes closing at the sensation she was sending throughout his body. He felt her move her hands to his hips, and her mouth moved lower over his abdomen.

His head snapped back up, looking down at her as she kneeled below him. He had no idea this was going to happen, and he didn't want her to think she had to do this. It wasn't something he ever expected from Kathy, since they were Catholic, and she didn't really like doing it. They had tried a few times, but she had a sensitive gag reflex, so it wasn't something on the menu a lot. He just learned to accept that. But it didn't mean he didn't have fantasies about it… with Olivia. Again, he wasn't expecting her to do it either now that they were together.

"Liv…" he said his breathing out of control now. "You don't have to…" he trailed off.

She looked up at him, a sly smile on her face, and he almost lost all his control. Those beautiful brown eyes looking back up at him full of want and desire were more than he could process.

"It's ok El… I want to…" she said not losing his eye contact. "I've always wondered what you tasted like…" she trailed off licking her lips and moving her eyes to his erection. His mind exploded at her words, and now he didn't really know if he was going to make it.

She took him in her hand and stroked him slowly. His head bowed forward at the feel of her hand on him, and his eyes begged to close, but he forced them to stay open. He didn't want to miss a second of this first for them behind closed eyes. Her thumb swiped across his tip, spreading the moisture there already. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his ears.

She moved her hand to the base of him and looked up at him as she slid him slowly into her mouth.

This was it. This was how he was going to die. At the hands, and mouth, of Captain Olivia Margaret Benson. He sucked in a big breath and moaned out her name. Her mouth was like hot velvet, and then he felt her lips suck as she pulled back.

His eyes closed unconsciously as he saw sparks. He was pretty sure his heart had exploded in his chest, and he couldn't comprehend how he was still standing. All conscious thought had left his brain.

Then she started to move with purpose. She gripped his hip with her free hand to gain leverage and a little speed. She moaned as she took him back in deeper than before, wanting to fulfill all his fantasies of her, and her own of him.

She learned men weren't particularly picky about receiving oral pleasure and how good you were at it, but she didn't doubt her own skill, she knew she was talented. Still, it wasn't something she did a lot though. It seemed to be something too personal, something over time she decided she would only do if she truly wanted to. She wanted more than ever to do this for Elliot. She had dreamt of doing this for him, and how he would react to her, how he would taste, and he wasn't disappointing her. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused just from listening to his reaction, knowing the pleasure he was feeling was from her.

His moaning was becoming more erratic, and she knew he was close. She slid her hand up him as she moved her mouth back, and swirled her tongue around his tip, closing her lips around him and sucking again.

"Liiivvvv…" he gasped. As much as he wanted to lose himself in her mouth, he needed to be buried deep inside of her and have her wrapped around him as much as possible. This need was a raging inferno inside him, then suddenly it took him over.

Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her by the arms and with all the resolve he had left, yanked her up to him, crushing his lips to hers as he slammed her up against the tiled wall of the shower. He grabbed her left leg, pulling it up to his hip, and thrust himself inside her.

She choked out a yell as he entered her feeling herself on the edge of orgasm already. He was rough with his hold on her, and his body was crushing all the air out of her lungs, and she loved every second of it. Her mind went blank as he started thrusting into her with total abandonment. She was consumed by him. She broke their kiss in need of oxygen, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible.

"OH YES! ELLIOT YES!" she screamed in his ear as her climax hit her and her body began to shake.

He felt himself faulter, almost losing his balance as the love of his life shook in his arms. He thrust himself once more into her and ground himself down as he came deep inside her.

Between Elliot still crushing her against the wall, the shaking orgasm he just gave her, and all the steam from the shower Olivia thought she might faint. She clung to him, trying to catch her breath as her body came down from the high that was Elliot. He rested his forehead against the tile next to her head, and then dropped it down to her shoulder.

She could feel his breath, ragged and uneven, on her skin, his hands still gripping her tight around her waist, and around her leg. He was still inside of her, and as much as she didn't want to move, she needed to be on two feet again, worried she might just fall over and take him down with her.

"El…" she whispered in his ear as she rested her lips there.

He shook his head, in agreement of what she was silently asking him. He gripped her tighter for a few seconds, and then pulled out of her, lessoning his grip and bringing her leg back down.

He brought his eyes to meet hers, sliding his other arm around her waist, letting his hands slip down to her ass as he pulled her back to him.

She placed her hands on the sides of his face, under his ears, and pulled him to her lips. The kiss was slow and languid.

He pulled back to look at her. She smiled.

"Hope that at least met your expectations…" she said, the smile widening on her face.

He moaned deep in his chest, pulling her lips back to him and kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth before he ended their kiss.

"In my wildest dreams of you, nothing I could have ever imagined could have even come close to what you just did to me…" he said. He could see the pride in her eyes, and a little blush creep into her face as she smirked.

"Glad to hear it…" she said, trying to suppress her smugness. He smiled back at her.

"And don't think I didn't notice the mark you left on my shoulder Captain." He said trying his best to look sternly at her but failing.

"I don't get mad Elliot, I get even…" she said, and she kissed the mark she left just as he had done to the one he had left on her neck.

"Knowing your gonna be walking around Manhattan with this on your neck… knowing I'm responsible for it…" she repeated his words to her, this time not suppressing any smugness.

He laughed loudly at her, thinking again how on earth did he get this lucky.

"Ok, ok, Liv…" he said, "Copy that Captain... But you know it's all your fault."

She huffed and looked at him. "How exactly is this mark on my neck MY fault Detective?"

He moved in closer to her and lightly kissed under the ear where he left his mark. He felt her shiver.

"Because…" he said as he trailed his lips down her jawline and over to the other side of her neck. She whimpered.

"The sounds you make…" he said and then pressed his lips into her neck a little harder. She moaned a little louder and gripped his shoulders.

"The way you react to my lips…" he said and moved his lips to her ear and said, "Right here…" and he licked under her ear in the same spot he had marked on the other side of her neck. He moved back to her ear, "It just spurs me on…" he said his lips curling into a smile as he brought his face back to hers.

"Ugh El!" she yelled and pinched his shoulder laughing.

"Ow!" he said, rubbing his shoulder, feigning shock, then smiling back at her.

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" she said pursing her lips at him.

"Yea I do actually." he said putting his arms back around her. He kissed her, and this time it was her tongue making its way into his mouth. Things were starting to heat up again, but Olivia realizing this, ended their kiss knowing if she didn't, poor Noah would be the last one to be picked up from the slumber party.

"Ok so I think we should actually shower… before we run out of hot water." she said, keeping Elliot pulled up against her.

"You're probably right." Elliot said turning them into the water. He knew they needed to get out of the shower eventually and go pick up Noah, but the sight of Liv in the shower with him and everything they just did was going to be playing in his mind repeatedly for weeks to come. He grabbed the shampoo and offered her some, watching as she washed her hair. After she rinsed, he grabbed the soap and did his best to keep his hands to himself, but that was going to be hard. Very hard.