Chapter Summary: Elliot and Olivia give into one of their shared fantasies at the SVU precinct.

Author's Notes: Technically a stand-alone chapter, but you'll enjoy it even more if you read the previous ones.

With this chapter, this story is complete. I could, possibly, be convinced to add a bonus chapter or two if the situation warrants out favorite geriatric cops being caught in the act. But for now, I think Elliot and Olivia deserve to get it on without any interlopers.

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"Yup, that place never disappoints," Elliot says, dropping the take-out container on Olivia's desk and leaning back in his chair.

"It used to be our regular for a reason," Olivia agrees, not looking up from her screen.

It was Saturday evening and Olivia had come in to complete some paperwork left over from the long week. She'd been there for several hours when Elliot had offered to grab take-out from one of their old haunts and sit with her while she finished up. She wanted to tell him no, that she would be faster without him. But she hadn't seen in over a week and she missed him, and selfishly, she had him all to herself at the deserted precinct. Noah was with Lucy at her apartment and his place had Bernie and Eli, and possibly Kathleen.

Elliot watches her for a bit, simply entranced. She's wearing her glasses, the big square ones with dark rims that he loves; her hair is held up, showing off her neck, that he also loves; she's in a soft, relaxed top with a V-neck, revealing a tantalizing strip cleavage, that he absolutely loves. Her brow is knitted and she's biting her bottom lip in concentration, and he can hear the click clack click clack of her keyboard.

He reaches into the take-out bag at his feet and grabs a fortune cookie. He scoffs at the message and reaches for another cookie.

"What did it say?" Olivia asks, still without looking up from her computer but knowing that he will break open all the cookies and claim the best fortune as his own.

He picks up the discarded paper from the bag and reads, "Your deepest fantasy is your heart's truest desire."

She hums and goes back to typing, listening to him try to react silently the handful of fortunes before he chomps on the cookie halves. About five minutes passes before she speaks again, not looking up, "What's your heart's truest desire?"

He smirks at her, "Are you asking me about my deepest fantasies Olivia? I have to say, that's awfully forward of you."

She finally meets his eyes, closes her laptop, and leans forward on the desk. "Maybe I am," she returns his grin with one of her own, "Is that a problem?"

She knows that he has to have a few fantasies about the precinct. She knows she does. For 12 years thoughts of him filtered through her mind, many of them impure enough to make her blush if she was forced to speak them aloud.

During first couple of years they worked together, her thoughts were crude and based primarily on physical attraction. When she had showed up at the 1-6 she liked to look at him, all muscled and cocky, and daydream. Even though his suits were ill-fitted and he wore a wedding band, she'd think about him bending her over in the interrogation room or their desks after they'd have a fight; about joining him in the shower after their boxing workouts in the gym; about the weight of his body crushing her to one of the tiny mattresses in cribs with her feet hitting the rungs of the top bunk above them.

But as the years went on and their relationship moved from partners who were friendly to friends who were partners to friends who were trying to hide their feelings because they were partners and because one of them was married, her fantasies changed. She'd think of him making love to her in those same cribs when they'd both go up to catch a couple hours of sleep. She'd dream about spending hours kissing his lips in a squad car on a stake out, trying so desperately to keep their hands to themselves and failing.

Then for a while, when he was single, her dreams flitted back and forth between what their first time would be like when he finally asked her out to the rough, passion filled sex that her jealously would inevitably bring. She knew that eventually, she'd hear enough about his dates with other women and she would explode at him and he'd drag her off to the locker rooms to hash it out and she, not being able to take it anymore, would shove him against the lockers and push her hands in his pants.

"No, not a problem at all," he answers, excited to see where she's taking this conversation. They've had a couple conversations about their fantasies in the bedroom before and he's never been disappointed with the result. He's certain that he'll enjoy the ending of this conversation as well. "I'm struggling to come up with just one, that's all."

"That is a problem, now isn't it?" she teases as she takes her glasses off.

No! Leave them on. Maybe that's my fantasy: sexy librarian. Maybe I can get her to shake out her hair from the clip and ask "Mr. Stabler, do you know what the penalty is for an overdue book?"

"How many of them are there?" she prompts, knowing that one of them has to be manageable now, while they are the only ones here.

Lost in thought about her glasses, he didn't hear her question, "Huh?"

"I said," she starts, getting up from her chair, walking round her desk and sitting on the edge in front of him, "how many?"

"How many in all? Or how many can I think of that I could enact at this moment?"

"This moment," she clarifies.

"At least five."

"Five, at least?" She's impressed, she can think of three: her office, the cribs, and the interrogation room. She'll have to get his full list later.

Elliot stands up, pulling her up with him, and wraps his arms around her. "Well, if you don't mind me saying, there are a lot of places in this precinct that I've always thought about fucking you."

"Is that right?" she asks whispered huskily, her eyes trained on his lips, "What one tops the list?"

Elliot looks back, scanning the contents of her desk, "I'd love to clear your desk off in a single sweep and push you down on," he meets her eyes and continues, "but I doubt you'd let me do that right now."

She takes a look over the desk and sees too many stacks of folders, and despite her growing desire, she really does not want to have to clean those up later. "Maybe a slower week."

He cocks his head at her in disbelief. He'd thought that this chat was just to wind them up before she asked him over for the evening, ratcheting the tension until they could explode quietly behind her locked bedroom door. But he can see her eyelids are starting to hang heavy with arousal and she's biting her lip. Is she really considering have sex here? Now? He leans into her ear, "Is this conversation turning you on?"

"Yes," she tells him easily, without a hint of shame, "and I think I know just the place."

Elliot crushes his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue immediately, and groaning as he tightens his arms around her, smashing her chest against his. He pulls back, his chest heaving, excitement coursing through him. "Anywhere, anywhere is my fantasy," he pants.

Leaving him standing there, in the middle of her office, she rushes to the door and scans the squad room, confirming that no one has come in unnoticed. She closes the blinds to the window of her office and then the blinds to the interrogation room and flips the sound switch on her way back to him. Smiling, she grabs his hand and pulls him to the back door in her office and leads him through, "Interrogation room. It's one of your five, right?"

"Oh yea, I can't tell you how many times over the years I thought of bending you over the table or pushing you up against the two-way mirror."

Once they are in the room he spins her body crashing into his and kisses her again passionately, letting their tongue duel, and pushing his hips into her, letting her know that she wasn't the only one getting hot and bothered by their verbal foreplay and their impulsive decision to act on their forbidden desires.

She pulls back and mumbles "Pick one," against his lips,

"Hmmmm?" His thoughts are clouded.

She pulls all the way back, "How do you want to do this? We don't have a lot of time, a uni makes his way around the squad room about every hour."

"If I only get to do it once, we are gonna do it both ways." He asserts as backs her up to table in the middle of the room, his hands on her biceps. When her legs hit the metal, he kisses her again hard but quick, then says calmly, in his deep commanding voice, "Turn around."

Instead of waiting for her to follow his command though, he uses his grip to rotate her and immediately runs a hand down her belly over her blouse to her pants, undoing them quickly and shoving his hands down her front.

"Oh!" she gasps, leaning forward, resting her hands on the table as he crowds her back, grinding on her.

He wastes no time, she is already wet, so he slides one finger in, gives it three good thrusts, and then pushes in a second. His other hand is on her face, turning her head so he can kiss her. It's a little awkward and sloppy, but hot all the same.

She stands up and drags her pants and panties over her hips, down to her knees so she can spread her legs far enough for him. He follows her lead, unbuckling his belt and undoing his button and fly, dropping his pants to mid-thigh and letting his erection spring free. Using a gentle hand between her shoulders he pushes her back down so she's leaning on the table, resting on her forearms and her ass out to him.

She turns to face him, watching him lift the hem of his t-shirt with one hand and stroking his cock with the other, lining himself up. "Like this?" she asks playfully and wiggling her hips, "Is this what you fantasized about?"

"Yes," he grunts as he enters her, a little rougher than normal, but it makes her moan in satisfaction. Knowing that they had to be quick, and driven by the excitement, with his hands on her hips he sets an almost punishing pace. They tried to be quiet, but the room was full of sound, their heavy breathing and stifled groans echoing off the walls, only to be overlapped by slapping skin and table legs scraping across the floor.

Olivia tried to push back against his, rock her hips against his, bit he was too frenzied, fucking into with barely leashed control.

"Ugh…Liv…never… wildest dreams…never…" he tries, he tries to tell her how much this moment means to him, is fulfilling him, is taking him over completely.

"Yes… me too…oh!" She knows. She's had the same fantasies, the same dreams, the same nights of bringing herself to orgasm under the cover of darkness thinking of this very moment.

She could feel the start of her orgasm. The coil was tightening in her core, her legs were starting to tremble. But he must have seen her move her hand so she could touch her clit and bring her to the finish, because he pulled out without warning and yanked her up, her back against his chest.

"No so fast," he huffs as he walks her backwards, shuffles them both really with their pants still on, trapping their legs.

Once at the wall, he pushes her so she's leaning against the two-way window. "I said I wanted both."

He drops down in front of her, lifts one foot and then the other, slipping off her shoes and then removing her pants and panties. He gives her a wolfish grin from his position as he runs his hands up her bare legs and leans in. He licks the length of her with his full tongue several times, before swirling around her clit and sucking.

"Oh God!"

He keeps this up until he feels her legs starting to tremble again.

"You close?"

"Uh huh, so close," she pants out, hoping he won't stop. Disappointed, she whines as he pulls his tongue back and stands up.

He picks one of her legs up and pulls it around his hip, he slides back in, gentler this time, but he still groans at the pleasure of being sheathed in her heat. He thrusts a few times but doesn't like the angle.

"Hold on," he instructs as he reaches for her other leg.

She wraps her arms around his neck as he lifts her, her back completely on the window and her legs locked around his waist. This position is exactly what he'd dreamed of, now he just wants to make the glass rattle. He plunges in, harder this time, and hears the shake of the window.

Grinning at her, he plunges in deep, again and again, faster with each snap of his hips.

"Fuck…yea… hear that?"

"Hmmmm, is that what you wanted El? To rattle the window?" she pants out.

"Yesssss," he hisses and tosses his head back, reveling in his victory.

Trusting in his strength, Liv pulls one arm from around his neck and drops her fingers between them, filling in the small gap between his pubic bone and her clit, letting the force of his trusts push her fingers into the bundle of nerves in time with his movements.

It only takes seconds before she is there, the coil springing free and charging through her entire body. His head falls forward as she climaxes, driving in as deep as he can before he shoots into her with a strangled groan.

She wants to let their bodies recovery, find an equilibrium after that experience, but she can't hold this position for much longer, the strain on her hips is unpleasant now that pleasure is receding.

His head is resting against the cool glass, as she taps his shoulders, "El."

Getting the hint, Elliot slowly brings her legs down so she's standing. And after making sure she's steady on her feet he steps back, pulls up his pants and tucks himself back in. Then he drops to a quick squat and dresses Olivia again, pulling up her underwear and pants and slipping on her shoes, chuckling a bit at the realization that her socks had been left on.

When he stands back up, he pulls her into his arms for a tight hug. Olivia burrows her head into his shoulder and inhales deeply. Elliot drops two quick kisses to her crown.

It only takes about a minute before the reality of what they did crash over them. Olivia starts laughing first, followed quickly by Elliot. Beaming at each other they walk back into her office.

Fin was home alone this weekend, Phoebe having planned a girl's trip with her sister, and halfway through dinner when a thought came to him on a case and he had to check his notes. Normally he'd wait until Monday, but this case had been haunting him all week and he knew that the thought would keep him up all night unless he made a trip to the station and pulled the file.

He walked into the semi-dark squad room, noticing immediately that Olivia's office light was on. Even though he's frustrated that she's late on a Saturday when there is not a pending case, he wished he'd known she was here because he would have texted her to look over his notes rather than drive over.

He saunters into her office, ready to tell her off for being at work when he realizes that it's empty. He sees the food containers, enough for two, and wonders where she and Stabler made off too. Then he hears it, a rattling noise.

Looking around for the source he sees light filtering through the blinds to the interrogation room window.

The rattling intensifies as he steps up to the window.

He pulls the cord to open the blinds and he's face to face with Elliot, who is making a face Fin had never wanted to see. Elliot's eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth dropped open, his nose scrunched, and the look of combined agony and pleasure cloud his features.

"UGH! Goddamn, really?" Fin shouts into the empty office, turning and shaking his head, as if he could shake the image right out of his mind.

He reaches for the microphone switch, ready to tell them off for the indecent behavior but stops before he actually turns it on. Rational thought struck him before he made a huge mistake. He knows that no matter how much he'd love to give them a jump-scare by catching them in the act and verbal lashing for subjecting him to Stabler's O face. It's cruel and could cost him his job. Well, probably not his job, but Olivia would make his life miserable for the foreseeable future and he wouldn't put it past Elliot to punch him in the face or slash his tires or something else just as callous.

He waits a moment, looking up to see that Elliot has stepped back a little, not far enough that Fin can see anything else. Thank God! But he looks like he's fixing his pants and then he drops out of sight, and Olivia's head leans back against the window.

He looks back around the office, thinking of the best approach and he decides to sit on her couch and do his best impression of a disappointed father waiting for his child to come home past curfew when they reenter her office. But when he turns back to flip the blinds, he sees Stabler pull Olivia into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. He notices how Olivia snuggles into him and gives a big exhale. Fin realizes that even if what they were doing was a little crass, very crass, they are sharing a tender moment now and he'd be a jerk to ruin it.

He dashes over to her desk, scribbles a note on a post-it, sticks it to the top of her laptop and hightails it out of her office before they learn of his presence.

Elliot was trashing their take-out containers when he sees that the blinds to the interrogation room were open.

"Liv…" he calls to get her attention as he stands in front of the window, looking in to the room they had just occupied.

"Yea?" she asks, standing at her desk and putting her glasses case in her purse.

"Didn't you close the blinds?"

"Yes."

"Then why are they open?"

Her head snaps up as panic rushes through her. She knew she shut the blinds, she explicitly remembers pulling the string, but there they are – open. Then she sees it, the yellow square with Fin's writing stuck to the top of her computer.

BUSTED!

My silence won't be cheap.

-Sgt. O.T.

Elliot watches her eyes fall to the post-it and then widen, "What's that?"

"Fin saw us."

"No! You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not," she looks at him across the desk, but for once, she's calmer than he is.

"But he won't say a word," Olivia assures him as she pulls out her phone and drops into her chair to text her trusted friend and second-in-command.

How much to buy your discretion?

Fin laughs as he hears his phone buzz in the cupholder. He was barely 5 minutes from the precinct and he knew that Olivia must have seen his note, but he had about 10 more minutes before he was at his place. Let them stew for a while, that'll show 'em.

Elliot and Olivia are sitting in silence, waiting on Fin's response, growing more anxious by the minute.

The notification of Fin's reply has barely popped up before Olivia swipes to see his message:

No on call for 6 mon

Make it 9 mon

Pre-approval on all vaca this yr

Veto on any assignment 3x a mon remainder of yr

"Geeze, I thought Fin had your back," Elliot scoffs, reading the texts over her shoulder.

"He does, he's probably just trying to see what he could get."

You're milking this!

Pick a something reasonable

I saw the man's vinegar strokes

You're lucky I'm not asking for your office

Elliot, who needed to put his nervous hands to good use, had just taken a drink from Olivia's water bottle and promptly choked on it when he read Fin's message.

"Your what?" Olivia asks as she turns to Elliot for clarification.

"My, you know…" he flaps his hands wildly, trying to think of the best way to describe it, "my um," then he just gives up and makes the face.

She snorts, and tuck her lips trying to contain her laughter as she texts back.

"It's not funny!"

Go on.