A/N: Alright my lovely darlings in response to all your kind, gorgeous reviews here is the "morning after" conclusion you all so adamantly pleaded for. I hope it meets your expectations. Inspirations for this chapter include Silvertide's "Devil's Daughter," Prince's "Little Red Corvette," Garbage's "Sleep Together," & Pat Benetar's "Heartbreaker." I recommend listening to those songs while you're reading if you have any of them.

Chapter 2

Elliot awoke twisted in a sea of deep purple, sticky, wet cotton sheets to a merciless, pounding headache and a tired, aching body. He rubbed his eyes furiously as he sat up quickly, too quickly for his body's liking. His body objected violently and he fell back hissing when his bare back came in contact with cold brick instead of a cushioned headboard. It was in that instant he realized he wasn't in his bed. He squinted as he gazed around the dim room waiting for his vision to sharpen. His eyes fell on a photograph of him and Olivia at the police ball a few years back encased in a stunning silver frame on the night stand next to the small, full size bed. He grabbed his head shaking it delicately in disbelief. "What the fuck happened?"

"Looks like you got lucky Detective Stabler," Olivia stated with a gentle smile as she entered the room carrying his work shirt and jeans, a bottle of Miller Lite, and two Advil wearing nothing but a pair of tiny grey shorts and his white wifebeater.

He shook his head trying to rid it of the foggy cloud of tequila impairing him of coherent thought. "With you?" He asked in utter disbelief as he took the beer and pills from her downing them and half the beer in one long swig.

Her lower lip dropped at his question. "Well you are naked... in my bed Elliot," she replied stating the obvious. She wasn't sure if she should laugh at his shock or be offended by it. She sure as hell didn't wake up with that reaction after finding herself wrapped in his arms, her torso molded to his while her legs lay entangled together with his deep in the confines of her sheets. She crossed her arms pulling the thin, translusent fabric of the wifebeater tighter against her breasts exposing the outline of her nipples. "I made coffee," she stated simply tossing him his clothes and leaving him alone in her bed before he was fully awake and able to see the raw hurt and anger in her dark eyes.

"Shit!" he mumbled as he watched her disappear behind the door. She was pissed at him. He once again tried rubbing at the sleepy daze that hung over his eyes as he got up and trudged to her tiny bathroom ignoring the pull of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He'd deal with that when he regained the capacity for logical thought. He flicked on the soft light and stood in front of the full length mirror Olivia recently had put in. He ran his over the back of his head and neck nervously as he surveyed the evidence of his night with Olivia and the cause of the aching pain that was settling in on his body.

The darkening, small red blotches that were scattered haphazardly over his flushed body were most prominent. "Hickeys," he sighed and shook his head moving on to his bitten and bruised bottom lip. Next, he noticed the deep crescent indentations left by Olivia's nails that encompassed his shoulder blades, lower back, hips, and butt. He touched the stinging bite mark on his left shoulder delicately as he scanned his body for more finding one on his right hip and inner thigh. "Jesus Liv!"

He turned on the shower and adjusted the steaming mist to an icy blast as he stepped under the rain shower head. He closed his eyes and lifted his head to the falling water. He slept with Oliva. He got really, really drunk and horny and fucked his partner! And worst of all, he couldn't remember any of the pleasure or spicy details. All he was left with was the aching reminder that it indeed happened and all the painful bodily evidence that solidified the sobering realization.

He winced as he began to wash the smell of sex and Olivia from his tender body. Apparently, she had her way with him which really didn't surprise him. He had always figured Olivia liked her sex rough and dirty and not necessarily confined to a bed. At least, she did in his fantasies anyway. Then again, he hadn't surveyed the damage he'd done to her body... yet.

He leaned back against the icy, teal ceramic tiles encompassing the perimeter of her spacious shower trying his damnedest to recall anything about the night before. He remembered leaving the bar with her coaxing an invitation to share her bottle of Jose Cuervo with him in the process. Once at her apartment, he recalled dry heat and fans, her sashaying around half naked, lots of tequila, and her singing along to "Hit Me With Your Best Shot". He also recalled spilling his guts about the state of his marriage to her as well.

"Fucking hell!" he mumbled into his hands. Olivia probably thought he had elicited pity sex from her, taking advantage of her empathic nature as well as her lack of sex for the past few months. She was probably cussing him and herself right now for sleeping with him. All her insecurities about men, sex, and relationships in general probably reared their ugly heads when she woke to find her self naked in bed with him, and then he had to go stick his drunken foot in his fat mouth! If she wasn't lacing her running shoes before, she sure as hell was now! She'd probably wait to kick his ass first and then run off! He didn't mean to act repulsed, he was far from it in fact. He was stunned. He just never thought it would happen. Dreamed yes, fantasized yes, even wished, but never thought he'd actually wake up in Olivia Benson's bed after a night of wild, dirty sex. He turned off the shower. He had some major ass kissing to do. He knew his partner. She had a nasty habit of sleeping with a man and then pushing him away with all her might. He couldn't let that happen to their partnership. It meant too much... to both of them.

He dressed in his jeans from the night before and slid his arms gently into the shirt as to not irritate the sore bite mark on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth. He really would rather be wearing his wifebeater, but seeing as his partner confiscated it before he awoke, he'd just have to coerce it from the feisty brunette. He smiled at the thought as he left the bathroom opting to leave his shirt open.

Her previously disheveled bedroom was in immaculate order. Her inviting bed now in shiny satin pale pink sheets with a wine colored chenille blanket folded across the foot of it. Her furniture was all neatly back in place and her bare, dark wood floor was cleared of clothes and other knick knacks that found their way onto the floor during the course of the steamy night.

"Liv?" he called out as he made his way to the door frame leaning against it. She sat at her tall, square kitchen table reading the newspaper and sipping a black mug of coffee with one leg underneath her and the other wrapped around the high legs of the chair tapping her ankle against the wrought iron to the beat of Prince's "When Doves Cry" as her washing machine vibrated with a full load of laundry in the corner.

He smiled. He knew she'd bust out her Prince collection sooner or later. She always did when her emotions were threatening to show. It was her way of calming herself down.

"Coffee and eggs are on the stove," she stated evenly keeping her eyes glued to the paper.

He smirked shaking his head at her as he strutted across the room to the stove. She had a plate of scrambled eggs with cheddar and onions and half of a cinnamon and raison bagel with cream cheese displayed perfectly alongside a steaming pot of aromatic french roast coffee for him. His stomach growled in response to the delicious aroma as he peered over his shoulder at a very tense and rigid Olivia. It was quite apparent to him that she was unsure of how to act while at the same time trying desperately to hide it from him. He slid his hand around the back of her silky hair cradling it gently as he kissed the side of her head. "Thanks."

She offered him a grateful smile as he straightened his posture and returned his attention to the food and coffee picking bits of food of the plate and downing cup after cup of the warm, dark liquid.

"Don't drink it all!" she hissed slipping beside him with her empty mug. He tilted his head to face her and shot her an amused smirk.

"You can make more," he retorted.

"Or I can take yours," she shot back grabbing his mug in the process.

He turned toward her crossing his arms leaning his back against the stove. "What? My shirt wasn't enough for you?"

"Finders keepers Detective Stabler," she whispered as she leaned in barely brushing her pelvis against his inhaling his strong scent of soap and coffee, an utterly delicious and highly enticing combination, in the process.

He licked his lips revealing a sexy, cocky grin coupling the expression with a smoky, hard gaze daring her to try that again. He loved how she operated. She was unlike any woman he had ever known in his life. She was strong and sexy and when she wanted something, she didn't rest until she got it. And this was in every aspect of her life. He also loved the focus and amazing dedication she showed. Olivia wasn't an open book and that fascinated him. She could be one of the boys one minute, holding every man she knew at arms length, and then intimate and empathetic with a victim the next. She was intriguing, and it took him four years to nail her emotional pattern and personality down which delivered a huge blow to his pride because he considered himself an expert people reader.

He watched her scan his body as he came back from his thoughts. "Oh Elliot," she whispered as she caught sight of a few hickeys and scratches she'd left on his chest and chewed her bottom lip. "I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Aw don't be Liv," he stated as he rubbed his hands up and down her forearms dropping his hands to her hips. "It's nothing."

"But Kathy..."

"Is in no position to talk," he reminded her cutting her off in the process. "So tell me," he began changing the subject, "was it good for you?"

She erupted in a fit of laughter causing him to do the same. "Honestly, I can't remember much," she replied shaking her head at him as her laughter subsided. She was glad he brought up their night together because she wasn't sure how she was going to approach it, or even if she would. But it eventually had to be faced. She had slept with her partner, a big no no in the eyes of IAB, Cragen, and the Morris Commission, and yet she wanted more, a big no no in her eyes. She really thought once would satisfy her. Nine times out of ten it did, but Elliot wasn't just any quick shag. He had gotten under her skin and melted with her soul. She wasn't sure where she stood or what to do with this. All she knew was sleeping with him had opened a whole case of worms.

"Me either," he confessed. "But I wish to God I did."

She smiled and chewed the corner of her lower lip as he traced the outline of her waist and hips with an index finger. She was falling fast and losing every ounce of control she had built up for so long against this man and his captivating electric eyes. This wasn't good. This was dangerous. This had to end. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "It's probably a good thing we don't remember. It will be easier to forget," she stated in a whisper feeling the tight grip of his strong, abled fingers against her hip bones in response to her words. She opened her eyes to find his cut at her is if to dare her to prove her words to him. 'Damn him for knowing me so well' her mind screamed at her. "It can't happen again Elliot," she choked out cementing her previous declaration for him.

He dropped his hands from her hips and she caught sight of the bite mark on his shoulder. She matched his questioning gaze with a tender one of her own as she slid the shirt from his arm to survey the rest of her work. "Want some peroxide for that?"

"Nah," he sighed as she gently touched and examined the wound. "I'll live," he stated closing his eyes to the fire her touch was igniting in him. "Besides, it's my souvenir that I rode the 'wild and rough Olivia Benson' and lived to tell the tale. Now I know why Cassidy obsessed over you for six months after you slept with him," he teased.

Her jaw dropped and she slapped the tender spot on his shoulder causing him to hiss in pain. "You don't even remember what happened you ass!"

"No but now I can obsess and fantasize about what may have happened for six months while I follow you around like a lost puppy with my tongue hanging out begging for your attention until you have me transferred," he teased further.

"He wanted that...I ...I had nothing to do with that. I was completely fine with things. He's the one who had the problem," she stuttered defending herself. He grinned. She was on the defensive.

"Admit it 'Livia, you're just a little tease," he stated crossing his arms over his bare chest casting the bait.

"This from the man with the wife and four kids," she tossed back arching her eyebrow up at him.

"Touché Liv," he stated accepting defeat. He had meant to get her to prove that she wasn't a tease, or at the very least admit to it furthering the game, but not to kill the mood completely. He turned his back to her and poured himself another cup of coffee deciding to drop it while things were still friendly.

Olivia cocked her head to the side, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the toned muscles stretch in Elliot's tight back. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes scanned the numerous marks and bruises she had created and left on his tempting, fit body. She couldn't resist the urge to touch the imperfections she had left on his otherwise perfect back.

His back arched suddenly as he felt her nails graze the multiple swollen crevices her nails had dug out of the flesh on his back. "Liv," he groaned in response to her gentle touch. He felt her nails slip inside the existing crescent grooves. "No fair," he stated as he turned seizing Olivia by her wrists pulling her close. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he whispered as his lips crashed into hers.

She wiggled in his grip turning away from him. "We can't," she panted voicing her mind's adamant objection. "It's morning and we're sober."

He gently turned into her once again capturing her lips as he gently maneuvered her wrists behind her, crossing them, and resting them on the small of her back. "Do I have to cuff you?" he teased as he nipped at her bottom lip.

She laughed as he moved down her throat to her neck and collarbone sucking and licking between kisses. She moaned and tilted her head giving him further access to her neck.

"Mmm Liv...you taste like... coffee and cinnamon," he whispered against the crook of her neck.

She closed her eyes and tried to pull her wrists out of his grip, but he had them locked in his hands against her back.

"I don't think so Liv," he smirked as she wiggled under his grasp. "Relax. Just let yourself feel."

He raised her arms above her head and slowly inched the wifebeater up her warm stomach stopping to place a few kisses against her bellybutton. He pulled it further up her chest allowing her breasts to peak out and eliciting a sharp inward breath from Olivia as he exposed her nipples. He tossed the shirt to the side and brought her arms back behind her back holding her wrists hostage in the gentle grip of his left hand. He pushed her back against the table as he brought his right hand up her body tracing her hypnotic outline. Olivia closed her eyes and tossed her head back as his hand came to rest on top of her left breast, his thumb brushing haphazardly across the nipple.

Elliot watched her slow, labored breaths with a smile. She was desperately turned on and open to whatever he had planned for them, for her. She had relinquished control to him, something Olivia Benson never did with anyone, and he found that erotic as hell!

Olivia smiled at the ceiling as she felt him close in on her and slide his hand down to the waistband of her shorts slipping them off in one quick motion leaving her completely naked. He released his grip on her wrists and lifted her effortlessly into his arms sitting her down gently on the edge of her washing machine.

"That's cold!" she hissed arching forward against him.

He laughed as she wiggled forward wrapping her arms around him. "Liv don't you ever listen to anything that doesn't have some five minute electric guitar solo in it?" he teased as Prince wailed away on a solo in the background.

She furrowed her brows quizzically and reached for the remote to her stereo as Elliot slid his hands between her thighs parting them slightly. "Pat Benetar okay?" She asked earnestly.

He smirked and shook his head at her as the opening chords of "Heartbreaker" filled the warm room.

"Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head
Drownin' me in your promises, better left unsaid
You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be...

You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me!
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around - no no no!"

Elliot parted her legs further giving up on the idea of mood music, that just wasn't Olivia, and concentrating on the task at hand. He lifted each of her thighs giving each a squeeze before positioning them so that she sat strattling the machine. He gave her a cocky grin noticing for the first time that Olivia waxed. Olivia waxed everywhere.

"Your love has set my soul on fire, burnin' out of control
You taught me the ways of desire, now its takin' its tollYou're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasyThe invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be..."

He placed a hand on each of her thighs pinning her legs in place and he licked and sucked his way down her body stopping at her hip bones.

"You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me!
You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around - no no no!"

"Elliot?" Olivia panted in a hoarse whisper as she lifted her head to see why he stopped. "El?"

"You're the right kind of sinner, to release my inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be..."

He cocked his head to the side at the sound of his shortened name, something he's been called his entire life, but never once by the magnificent creature before him. "Relax Liv," he ordered as covered her in warm kisses, eventually slipping his tongue inside her.

"You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love taker
Don't you mess around with me!

You're a heartbreaker
Dream maker, love takerDon't you mess around with me!"

Olivia dropped her head back and chewed her bottom hip as felt him thrust his tongue in and out, deeper and deeper within her smooth, soft folds stroking the mounting fire inside her. She heard herself moan as she tried to lift her legs to wrap them around his shoulders only to fail miserably. She had strong legs, but they were no match for Elliot's incredible upper body strength that held her legs open to him and kept them in place with a circular kneading of his thumbs no matter how much she struggled to free them. She dropped her arms to the sides of her washing machine in defeat as it started in on the spin cycle gripping the machine tightly as he continued to assault her with his tongue. "Elliot!"

He heard her scream his name as he tasted the beginnings of her orgasm. He felt her wiggle beneath his lips and grab the back of his neck sliding her hands across to his shoulders and gripping tightly in an upward motion. "Elliot..." she moaned between pants, "El... please!"

He folded his arms across her thighs and looked up at her with lust in his sapphire colored eyes. "You sure Liv?"

She bit her bottom lip and shook her head "yes" as her long bangs fell across her wide eyes. She leaned forward as he stood upright and gathered the waistband of his jeans in her grip pulling him forcefully closer. He watched her with a smirk letting her have complete control. It took her no more then five seconds to get his jeans and boxer briefs down around his ankles. She gritted her teeth feeling him slip a finger inside her keeping her on the verge of her orgasm as he positioned himself in front her. She moved forward to meet him accidently hitting the stereo remote as he thrust into her.

"Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel."

They looked at each other and erupted in laughter.

"My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Elliot laughed into the crook of Olivia's neck. "Dickie listens to this!"

"Touching you."

She brought her knees up against his biceps and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's not one of my CDs!"

"Touching me.God you're touching me."

Elliot shook his head in disbelief as he slid a hand beneath Olivia's thigh cupping it in his grip. "You think it's a sign?"

She picked up the remote and turned the stereo off tossing the remote across the room in the process. "Is what a sign?"

He offered her a grin in response as she dug her heels impatiently into the small of his back pulling him forward forcing him deeper inside her. "Giddy up Stabler," she whispered as she bit his earlobe.

He complied with her order grabbing onto her hips to steady himself as she thrust her pelvis against his. She wrapped one arm tight around his neck and gripped the side of her washing machine with the other for support as she slid her body up and down his. She could feel her orgasm mounting again and squeezed her thighs against his hips pushing him deeper as she quickened her movements against him. "God Elliot!" she screamed into his neck. "I..," she moaned but lost her words to the ecstasy building up between her thighs.

"Not yet Liv," he whispered as he tightened his grip on her hips thrusting deeper into her while eliciting another moan from her helpless body. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck biting the taut, wet skin he found there.

"I...Elliot...just...son of a bitch!" she stuttered through her moans at the delicious pain he was purposely inflicting on her body.

"Liv...," he responded in a dry, throaty plea against the side of her head as he tried to slow her rhythm against him.

"It's okay," she whimpered as she felt the stirring of his orgasm deep within her. She slid her fingers through his hair raking her nails down his scalp. "Don't stop."

He closed his eyes dropping his head onto her shoulder as his body shuddered against hers. She licked her lips as she felt his release breech and flood hard and fast deep within her. She gripped his shoulders hard enticing a primal moan from him as she bucked and screamed against him giving into her own body shattering orgasm.

"Damn," she muttered keeping him close while pulling her nails down his back each time she was hit by an aftershock. "I felt that in my toes!"

"You and me both," he managed as he released his grip on her hips and pulled out of her replacing his boxer briefs and jeans on his hips.

She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them lazily as he placed his hand beneath her jaw tilting her lips up to meet his. "You're amazing Liv."

"You're not so bad yourself," she shot back with a smirk as he left her to retrieve his dress shirt.

He handed her her shorts followed rather reluctantly by his wifebeater. It was an understanding. He'd wear her wounds with pride and she'd keep his wifebeater as a reminder that it was real. It did happen and it was over.

She sighed and chewed her bottom lip. Reality was cutting through the thick fog of desire and lust that had settled in her apartment fast. He's a married man, she's his partner, their sex was mind blowing, and it was all deliciously wrong. He wasn't hers. She couldn't be his. This was it. But what a day off!

She slid her shorts up her long legs and pulled the wifebeater down over her head and torso slipping down from her perch atop her washing machine as he reached for his screaming cellphone across the room.

"Kathleen," he mouthed as he collapsed down onto her sofa.

She watched his reality come crashing back down around him as he sat rigidly listening to his second born furrowing his brows allowing a dark pensive expression to capture his expressive turquoise eyes.

"I'll be there soon baby," he reassured her soothingly as only a father could.

Olivia fought back the threatening tears as she watched him close the phone and gather his things. 'You knew it had to end, that it couldn't last,' her rationality reminded her.

"Kathy's on a war path," he explained gently caressing her elbow. "The kids are in the line of fire."

She nodded with a forged smile understanding that time had started back once again and their real lives were playing catch up without him ever having to say he had to go.

Olivia held the door open for him and leaned against the frame. "Thanks for the ride Elliot," she teased with a light expression as she suppressed her pain.

"Anytime," he returned with a smile and a soft kiss on her cheek. "Later 'Livia."

She watched him jog down the stairs before slowly closing the door and sliding down it wrapping her arms around her knees as she reached the floor. She closed her eyes and brought her forehead down to rest on her arms as she focused on steadying her breathing.

"Damn," she muttered as she whipped away a stray, offending tear. She knew better and now she was paying the price for falling for her partner. Drunken sex was understandable, excusable, but she hadn't meant to let it happen again and now she had no one to blame for her tears except herself. She knew what she was getting into and she knew the reasons it couldn't last. Her heart just wouldn't buy into any of them though.

A hard rasp on the thick oak of her door frightened her out of her self pity. She chewed her bottom lip as a small smile crept over her face.

"Did you for..." she teased but lost her words as she opened the door to a tall, dark man in anavy blue uniform.

"Miss Olivia Benson?" He asked confused and embarrassed.

She crossed her arms over her breasts. "Yes can I help you?"

"I'm Miguel Martinez. I'm here to take a look at your thermostat," he answered with a slight accent.

She returned his confused expression. "But the Super said I had to put in a work order in advance."

"I have some free time before the next order, and I was told your air conditioning wasn't working," he replied lifting his tools for illustration.

"By who?" she demanded, a little irritated he was giving her the run around. She hadn't even put in a work order and her building wasn't exactly known for nor forth coming on neighborly hospitality.

He sighed and leaned in toward her. "Look lady all I know is I was down in the basement and this tall serious looking man approaches me offering $200 to come up here and fix your air," he explained dropping his charade.

She smiled softly to herself wrapping her hands around her upper arms. "I'm sorry please come in. Thank you."

She closed the door and leaned against it as he shuffled inside her apartment and made a beeline for the thermostat.

"Elliot," she sighed with laughter staining her words as she shook her head in disbelief at his actions. She chewed at the corner of her bottom lip making a mental note to thank him later on.

Fin

A/N: Okay that's the end, that's all the closure I can give you. Please take a second to leave me a tiny little review letting me know what you thought. It would be most appreciated. BTW, the second song that plays is the Darkness' "I Believe in a Thing Called Love."