This is alllllll smut... lol. I blame this long hiatus... and Taylor and Victoria... lol... anyways thanks for reading. I truly love all of you and am so thankful! Comments and reviews are always welcome!

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Wants and Needs

Elliot laid there, his eyes closed, listening to the slow breathing of the woman in his arms. It was a little after three in the morning and the smell of her hair had invaded his nostrils and woken him. Everything about this woman made his body stand at attention. The smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the touch of her lips, the purr of her voice… the list went on and on.

There was nothing in this world that compared to her. Nothing compared to holding her while she slept in his arms after the slow burn of their love making. He took a deep breath in trying to calm himself down because he was already starting to become aroused again. He chewed on his bottom lip debating whether or not he was going to wake her up.

This had been quite an exciting night. His mind slowly moved over the events as he tried to relax himself. They had good night out, drinks and flirting… and the ease at which being with her brought a soft smile across his face. She looked smokin' in that leather skirt and boots… and then she had surprised him by dragging him into a tattoo parlor.

That was one of the sexiest fucking things he had ever witnessed. It had overwhelmed him so much he had to run to the bathroom to cool off, but then ended up with his mouth between her legs. He felt himself start to harden more thinking about how she tasted. She was tangy and sweet… and just perfect… like ambrosia, but so much better. Better than anything he's ever tasted. He moaned quietly in his chest as images of her, legs parted, dripping wet for him flashed in his mind.

He felt his mind spin a little and he took a deeper breath in. He pictured the looks of the other people in the parlor who clearly knew what they had done in that bathroom, and her little smirk as she led him out the door, only to pull him into an alley and drop to her knees.

Captain Olivia Benson was on her knees for him because she couldn't wait to get him home. Even just the thought of this amazing, powerful, badass woman doing that for him was more than a turn on, let alone the memory of it actually happening. He groaned a little louder feeling himself become completely hard at the recollection of her lips around him, her tongue swirling his tip. Fuck… he thought… she could have asked him to do anything in that moment and he would have blindly agreed. He would have signed his pension away to her if she had asked.

And then he had fucked her. Fucked her up against the brick, and she had come just from him entering her hard and fast. It was melting his mind at how her body reacted to him, not to mention the ego boost it gave him that he could do that to her… for her.

To be honest, everything he did was for her. It was an even bigger ego boost and turn on to do things for her. He'd do anything if it meant bringing her pleasure and peace.

Slowly the mental images of turning her and fucking her from behind made their way into his mind. The sound of her saying his name was ringing in his ears and making his heart rate start to rise. The sounds she made while he was buried deep inside her were un-fucking-believable.

The way she gripped him from inside, met him thrust for thrust… begged him for more. And how willing she was to touch herself… she had told him earlier that night there wasn't anything she wouldn't do with him, and he knew it to be true.

And then… Cassidy. His mind fast forwarded through all that mess. Even though it turned out to be a good thing in the end, and they had gotten through it and come out stronger and closer than ever, it still stung in his heart to know he had once again caused her pain. He was going to work on that. He knew they would fight, like any couple, and they would hurt each other… but he would never give up. He would never give up on her or them, and he was going to try his damnedest to work on himself and his impulse control and communicate. He could do it for her. He could do anything for her.

His mind went back to her tattoo.

His hand moved down over the bandage on her hip. He couldn't wait until he could peel it off her and look at it again. He had wanted to trace that symbol on her hip after they had finished earlier in the night, but he didn't know how sore she was, and he didn't want to irritate it. So, he opted for tracing it on her other hip after they were done.

His body was aching for her again. No matter how many times in one night he had been in her… made her come… it would never be enough. He laid there for a minute more before he decided to wake her up. She had woken him up in the best way possible their first night together by straddling him and kissing him, so it was only fair he returned the favor.

Elliot carefully rolled her over on her back and she shifted and took a deep breath in, but he could tell she was still sleeping. He took a second to look at her face. It was so relaxed. He smiled and felt heat rise in his chest knowing he could give her that… peace. He put his weight on his elbow as he laid on his side next to her. He took his hand and lightly traced his fingers over her face.

He moved to her lips, and they parted slightly. He let them move over her chin and down into the dip in her throat. He felt her shiver and goosebumps spread across her skin. His mouth creeped up into a slow sly smile. She shifted a little more and sighed.

"Hmmmmmm…." he moaned softly. His erection was starting to throb for her. He traced his fingers along her collar bone and over her shoulder down across her stomach. He moved his thumb across the underside of her beautiful full breast and then lightly brushed her nipple.

Olivia took in a sharp breath as she arched slightly. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, and he watched her, still somewhere lost in sleep as he played her body like an instrument. Her nipples hardened. His mouth started to water watching her dark skin pebble, and her nipples peak in the pleasure he was causing. He couldn't take it anymore. He just had to bring his mouth to her.

He leaned into her, and lightly traced the outline of her nipple with his tongue. He felt her shift a little more and a moan escaped her lips.

She was starting to wake and in a quiet soft voice he heard her call his name. He looked up at her, her eyes still closed, but she was actively licking her lips and pushing her head into the pillow beneath it as her breathing picked up.

He moved over the top of her, putting his weight on his knees and palms and moved his mouth up her chest, lightly kissing and sucking his way to her neck, making his way up to her ear.

"Hey beautiful…" he whispered. A sleepy smile slid across her face, and she turned her head to give him more access. He was rewarded by a low throaty purr and her hands found his forearms and she gripped him there.

She started to shift beneath him, but his body was caging hers and she heard him moan as her legs moved beneath him rubbing against him. His nose was nuzzling her neck and she wanted more. This was the best wakeup call she'd ever gotten.

"Hmmm…. More…" she hummed, her voice still thick with sleep. She had yet to open her eyes and was enjoying just… feeling him against her. She let her fingertips move lightly up and down his arms slowly and she felt him shiver before his lips connected with her skin again. She moaned her approval as his tongue moved over her jaw.

He sought out her lips and kissed her. She immediately parted her mouth welcoming the slow slip of his tongue. She moaned into it, shifting a little more, trying to pull his weight on top of her. She wanted to feel him… the weight of him… between her legs and surrounding her.

Sometimes it overwhelmed her how much of him there was. All the rippling muscles… the hard planes of his taut body, all the strength and safety he surrounded her with… it was amazing how even with all that muscle she had never felt safer. And the way he made her body feel… she couldn't believe how ready she always was for him.

Even just the thought of him now that she knew what it was to have him love her completely and fully sent her body into a spiraling mess. She tried shifting again to get him between her legs, but he was being stubborn. Clearly, he was in control now. Just like she had been their first night together when she woke him up and rode him.

His lips and tongue had shifted from her mouth back down her jaw to the crook of her neck and he was starting to drive her crazy. She arched her chest up into him trying to feel more of him and she clenched her legs together looking for the friction he was so stubbornly keeping her from.

He laughed wickedly at her attempt to move things along. He loved how quickly he could get her going. She never left him wondering if she wanted him. It was written all over her face… all over her skin, her hands gripping and searching for more of him, pulling him to her… he was sure she was already wet for him… and he was ready to find out for sure.

Elliot continued his tasting of her down over her collar bone and into to dip of her throat, moving slowly down her breastbone as he moved his knees in between her legs. Olivia moaned, her breath quickening, and she was ready to wrap her legs around his waist but before she could Elliot pushed his knees up under the backs of her thighs spreading her legs wider and higher.

She was now on full display to him. He sat back on his feet to look at her. He kept his arms on either side of her, bringing his hands along her ribs and down to her hips to keep her open to him.

UUGHH… Damn him… Olivia thought. He had her trapped on purpose. He was going to drag this out and she loved and hated it. She loved how much time he always wanted to spend loving her. Slowly smoothing his hands over every inch of her skin, like she was clay and he was making a masterpiece, but it drove her out of her mind sometimes…. How he could work her body into a crazy heightened state of need and want and then make her wait.

It was always worth it though… always. He had always succeed driving her up a wall when they were partners, except now instead of a heated screaming match full of sexual tension that both of them knew wouldn't end the way they wanted it too, this time after he was done driving her crazy it would end with her one hundred percent having multiple orgasms and Elliot coming inside her.

So, this was a win win.

Olivia bit her bottom lip and opened her eyes for the first time. She looked up at Elliot whose eyes were roaming her naked body, his hands gripping her hips, his fingertips smoothing themselves over her skin. She could see his erection standing at perfect attention for her, his chest and neck red with arousal and it sent a shock through her body knowing he was just as ready for her as she was for him.

She moaned as another tremble shot through her body at just his eyes touching her body with want and desire. Goddamn he was good.

"Elliot…" Olivia mewled, already breathless, and she tightened her legs the best she could around his sides to get his attention breaking the concentrated ogling he was giving her body.

His eyes shot up to her face, and he smiled looking into her sleepy aroused state.

He huffed out a breath, clearly overwhelmed as well. "You are so beautiful Olivia… I just…" he paused sucking in another needed breath. "Still can't believe you're mine…" he finished. Olivia shut her eyes at his comment and moaned low and deep in her chest and licked her lips before she said, "All yours…"

Elliot felt his heart jump in his chest at her words, and he slid his hands up her rib cage as he leaned over her spreading her legs wider as he did. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, sliding around them and squeezed them softly. He brought his mouth down to one of her nipples and pulled it in his mouth, teasing her with his tongue and teeth.

Olivia sucked in a sharp breath, her moans now a little louder as he did that thing with his tongue she loved, and she rolled her hips up as best as she could using his thighs around her as leverage. She couldn't stop herself from trying to connect any piece of her with the hot hard erection of Elliot Stabler's.

Elliot chuckled to himself as he switched breasts not wanting to play favorites and moved his left hand down to her hip pushing her back into the mattress. Olivia growled at him and huffed out an annoyed breath as her hands came up his shoulders and gripped at the back of his neck keeping him on her chest. He may have stopped her hips, but she'd be dammed if he was going to stop with his mouth.

Elliot laughed again with his mouth full of her at her annoyance with him. He always did enjoy riling her up, but now he didn't have to suppress any of his ideas to satisfy and sooth her after he did get her going.

He lifted his mouth off of her and moved his hand back up to her breast and he cupped them both pushing them up and together, once again ogling the sight before him. God her breast were perfect. So full and heavy, the perfect size for him. Her nipples were the most beautiful dark caramel color, and always happy to see him.

"If you are just going to stare let me know… I'll start without you…" Olivia said in her low throaty voice, heavy and thick with desire, and she started to move her hand from his neck and slid it down her stomach before Elliot stopped her.

"Ohhh no you don't…" Elliot said a smirk on his face. She knew how much he loved watching her touch herself, but he was in control now. And he was going to give her everything she wanted and needed, but at his pace.

"I started this dance Captain…" he said his voice dropping deeper, "I'm setting the pace…" he said in that rough gravely whisper of his that had always sent her. Olivia swallowed hard her throat suddenly dry in anticipation of what he had in store for her.

When she moved her hand back up around his neck, he knew that was her agreeing to whatever it was he had planned. He locked eyes with her, looking for the trust he knew would be there. He just wanted to make sure she was ok with this, and to telegraph that at any moment she could change what they were doing if she wasn't ok with it.

Olivia feel into the deep well that was Elliot's love and trust for her, and felt her heart melt. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him softly to let him know she trusted him, before she pulled his bottom lip in her mouth and bit as she clenched her thighs around him.

It sent a shock through him, and his dick twitched at her bawdiness to get the ball rolling even though she agreed to let him set the pace.

He pulled his lips from her, and she whined in protest as he sat up. He had that smirk on his face. The one that told her she was going to pay for that. She was beyond excited to take whatever punishment he decided she deserved.

"Tell me what you want…." He rasped.

He knew it drove her crazy to have to articulate to him what she wanted. Her inability to form words at a heightened sense of arousal was frustrating for her and damn sexy for him.

"You…" she huffed out knowing what he was doing. One-word answers… that's what she was going to give him. That seemed like her only choice since she was now dripping with want and he was turning her brain to mush.

"Me?" he asked, his smirk widening into a full smile. "I'm right here…" he said and he moved his hands to her knees, pushing them up towards her a little more before he slid his hands down the inside of her thighs and stopped to rub her skin inches from where he knew she wanted them.

Olivia groaned, he was trying to frustrate her and she hated and loved him for it. She gritted her teeth and felt her thighs tremble at his light touch.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, and then he moved his right hand over the middle of her stomach and slowly trailed it down lower, his fingers lightly brushing over her center before he placed them back on the inside of her thigh.

Olivia jerked at the sensation. Her center was hot and throbbing for him, and now every single touch was like electricity. Olivia slid her own hands up her chest and gripped the crook of her neck with her left hand trying to still herself, but her body was starting to defy her mind and tremble with need. Her right hand laid over her heart, feeling it beat uncontrollably beneath her ribs.

"FUCK…" she yelped. "El... pleeaasssseee…" she begged. She summoned the rest of her resolve to get these last words out before she became completely incoherent. "I need you to touch me….NOW!" she said through gritted teeth.

Elliot moaned at her desperate need for him and moved his right thumb to slide over her folds collecting her moisture that was dripping out of her and skimmed it over her clit lightly.

Olivia yelped at his touch. Her lungs were doing their best to heave air in and out of them, and her heartbeat was now pounding in her ears. Her skin felt like it was on fire and Elliot was the gasoline… the only accelerant that unlocked the raging inferno burning inside her.

Elliot felt her start to shake a little harder, and he knew she was on the edge of orgasm, and he wanted it to split her in two. He leaned over her taking her hip with his right hand and pushing her down into the mattress and put his weight on his left. He slid his erection over her center, and she moaned loudly, her hands flying to grip his biceps. He pulled his hips back and slowly did it again, coating himself in her arousal. This time it was his moan that rang in his ears.

Olivia arched up into him with her chest because that's all she could move. His slow assault on her body was making her toes curl and every muscle in her body ache. But the ache between her legs was all she could think about. Her desperate want and need to have him buried deep inside her as she came around him rivaled her need to keep breathing. She'd gladly give up air just to feel him inside her. He had brough her to the edge and back too many times without release and she was dying.

Elliot pulled back once again, and this time teased her entrance with just his tip. He could feel her start to clench and her body was trying to grab him and pull him into her. She was so hot and wet, so ready for him he was starting to lose this internal battle with himself.

"So fucking wet…" he growled and her hips jerked at his words. She whimpered and dug her nails deep into his skin. She was past the point of articulating herself. Then he had an idea. He loved looking into her eyes as he entered her, but this time he wanted her to just feel it. Just feel ever single inch as he slowly slid inside her. He knew he'd have to maneuver her since she was clearly a puddle beneath him right now.

So without saying anything, and knowing her inherent trust in him, he moved from between her legs to her side and pulled her up by her arm holding her by her waist so he could get behind her. He moved to his knees, sitting on his feet and pulled her between his legs, lifting her so she was sitting in the same position as him, but in front of him. He held her tight to his body as he lifted her up. His lips found her ear and he whispered, "Close your eyes Liv…" and she shook her head, closing them and leaned back on him for balance.

He quickly used his other hand to line himself up at her entrance from behind her, and with his arm controlling the speed, he slowly let the tip of him sink into her as he brought her down. The moan that escaped her lips was slow and long. He achingly and slowly let her slide down on him as he let her sit into him, and inch by inch he made his way inside her.

Olivia saw sparks behind her eyes and her body started to shake. She was so full. So full of him and them… and him… was she even breathing? She didn't know and didn't care as long as this feeling him inside her never stopped.

She could feel her orgasm start to build again and yet he wasn't moving. He just let her sit, full of him, in his lap with an iron grip around her waist. She wanted movement and friction and just to finally come undone, but he was torturing her.

With her eyes closed she had no concept of time or place, and she felt disoriented but in a completely blissful and erotic way. She had never felt safer on the edge of being swept into the divine knowing Elliot was the one taking her into this beautiful heavenly world where it was just them.

She didn't need sight here… feeling this world was all she needed.

She felt Elliot shift slightly, leaning over to the right and switched his grip on her letting go with his right arm, and holding her with his left. She shivered at the slight movement and him still being buried deep inside her. Then she heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing.

Elliot brought his mouth to her ear.

"Do you trust me…" he asked already knowing the answer but asking none the less.

"Yes…" she whispered, and her skin tingled with the anticipation of what was to come.

He moved his right arm back around her but rested his forearm on her thigh. She felt something cold touch the inside of her leg, and then heard the sound of a switch being flipped.

Her body shook and a loud yelp left her lips as Elliot trailed her vibrator slowly up her inner thigh.

"FUCKKKKKK…" Olivia yelled, drawing out the last letter. Elliot Stabler was hot and hard, buried deep inside her and was edging her with her own vibrator. He moved it closer to her center before he moved it back down her leg. His left arm was like a vice around her waist keeping her cemented into him, against him. She started trying to jerk back into him searching for a release, but he wasn't letting her.

He moved the vibrator slowly up the top of her thigh and across her stomach stopping in the middle.

Olivia was moaning and trying to buck her hips, but she was trapped between his legs, and was at his mercy.

Her head fell back on his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to connect his lips to her neck and he gently sucked at her skin there. She could feel the sweat building up between them and her whole body was trembling with absolute unwavering need.

He moved the vibrator slowly down… too slowly down and she could feel her stomach doing flips. His lips came up to her ear, and he stopped moving the vibrator and whispered, "Tell me what you want…"

She bit her lip and moaned unsure if she could even get any words out. She felt him smile and he started to move the vibrator down even slower till he got just above her center.

"Tell me…" he whispered again, and she felt him swallow and his breathing was becoming labored. He was right on the edge with her. She needed to answer him so they could both be put out of this torture.

"I wanna come… please Elliot… make me come…" she said summoning all her strength.

In a flash Elliot moved the vibrator down over her clit as he released his grip on her little causing her to slip forward only to thrust himself back into her as he put pressure on her core with the vibrator and she was coming.

Elliot lifted them a little and slammed himself into her a few more times as she screamed his name over and over again as her orgasm ripped her open. She saw sparks behind her eyes and felt the gush of her release easing down her thighs as Elliot gripped her tight thrusting himself into her.

Her hair was damp, and their bodies were slick with sweat as she tried to find purchase on his thighs as her orgasm continued to rampage her body. Elliot bit down into her shoulder as he came, spilling himself in her.

Olivia felt another wave of pleasure hit her feeling him release inside her, and felt his strength weaken around her. She grabbed the vibrator from his hand, tossing it off to the side as they both finally fell forward onto the bed and rolled to their sides, Elliot behind her.

They laid there, stuck like glue to each other a tangled mess of arms and legs, both trying to catch their breaths.

Olivia felt Elliot's hand slide over her hip, her untattooed hip, and he began to lightly start tracing her favorite little tradition they had after sex. He started to softly kiss the nape of her neck lovingly and she breathed into him.

"I love you Elliot…" she said and she shifted as he pulled out of her and turned into his arms. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping her up with his arms and legs getting them settled for the sleep that was starting to take over them and kissed her cheek.

"I love you too Olivia." He said and tucked his face into her and closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.