A/N: So again back in the days of svufiction the author Broem wrote a sequel to Myrth's story Monologue. I'm sure quite a few of you have read it through the box link. Anyway I figured that because a sequel had been written that maybe I should do one n a similar vain to Broem's Dialogue. So here it is.

Disclaimer: I didn't win tattslotto so I haven't been able to buy them…still the property of Dick Wolf.

Elliot's heart has stopped. He doesn't know whether to say anything or just hang up.

"Elliot I know you're there, answer me." Her voice is firm but very quiet.

He grabs the phone with his clean hand and uses the discarded towel to wipe up the mess he has made on his other hand and stomach.

Taking a deep breath he takes the phone off speaker and puts it to his ear.

"I'm here, Olivia." His voice is barely audible and filled with guilt.

Olivia shakes her head. Just his tone of voice tells her he has heard most of it but she still has to ask.

"How much, El?" How much did you hear?" She whispers, trying so hard not to let the tears fall.

Elliot sighs; he knows there isn't any point trying to lie to her. She has always been able to see right through him.

His voice is raspy when he replies, "Most of it, all of it. I'm not sure, but I heard the end of it."

She chokes back a sob but can't hold it in for long. She starts to cry.

"Liv, please, please, don't cry. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have listened in, it was private and I shouldn't have done it." He starts to ramble now but he really wants to try and explain to her.

"I thought you were in trouble when you didn't speak to me straight away. It was just silence. I should have hung up when I realised what you were doing, but Liv, your voice, God you sounded so beautiful. I know it was wrong, please Liv, please forgive me." He begs her.

She is still crying softly. He wants her to say something to him, but she stays silent a little longer. He can still hear her breathing so he knows she is still there. He hears her sigh and then she says to him,

"I can't do this right now, I just can't. I have to go." With that she hangs up.

…

Oliva paces her apartment, fuck he had heard everything, he had heard her shout his name as she came. Fuck, fuck, fuck…fuck it. She didn't know what to do. She had grabbed the bra and t-shirt she had hastily thrown off earlier in the night and put them back on. She still felt chilled though.

She sits on the couch and buries her head in her hands. She can still smell herself, her arousal on her fingers. She groans, how the hell can she be getting turned on right now?

She needs to focus. What the hell is she gonna do? Can she just walk into work tomorrow morning and act as though nothing has happened?

She laughs bitterly, of course not. The second she looks at Elliot in the morning her face will flush. She will be lucky if her knees don't buckle before she can sit at her desk.

Fucking hell, he had heard her cum, heard her shouting his name as she brought herself over the edge. She can't even pretend it was another Elliot; the smug bastard would never believe her.

Olivia can see her phone light up, he has been calling since she hung up. The only upside to seeing him at work tomorrow, she thinks, is that he can't mention what happened because they will be in the squad room.

Maybe if she gets there early enough she can convince Cragen to send Fin and Munch on call outs, better yet maybe he will let her partner with Fin for a few days…or weeks.

She just wants to go to bed, wake up in the morning and realise this has all been a dream. She just wants to cry. A loud noise startles her. Olivia groans when she realises someone is banging on her front door.

She already knows who it is. The bastard must have driven at the speed of light to get here. He bangs again. Sighing she gets up and walks to the front door. Glancing through the peep hole confirms her suspicions. Elliot is standing outside her door and he looks frazzled.

Olivia opens the door just enough to put herself between the apartment and the door so he can't automatically enter.

"What do you want, Elliot?" She asks, not making eye contact with him, "How did you get in?"

He looks at her; he can see the embarrassment in her eyes. He wants to touch her face, tilt her chin up so she is looking at him. He knows she will retreat though, if he reaches out. It takes all his self control but he keeps his hands by his sides.

"One of your neighbours was walking out as I came up the stairs, recognised me and held the door." He answers.

"Please, I know I have no right at all to ask, but can you please let me in so I can explain?" He keeps his voice quiet because he knows the last thing she wants is for them to be overheard.

She moves aside so he can enter. Olivia doesn't want them to have a slanging match in the corridor of her apartment building. She knows he isn't going anywhere; he wants to have this conversation right now even though she isn't ready for it.

He walks to the couch and sits down. He glances at the coffee table and sees the empty wine bottle. That explains a few things, he thinks to himself.

Olivia takes a seat in a chair at the opposite end of the room. She needs to put some distance between them. She curls her feet underneath herself and hugs the cushion to her chest. Olivia is still unable to look at him.

He sighs as he watches her. She is going to withdraw, he thinks. What scares him is that she might run. It seems to be their routine. They fight, then get closer to each other, something happens and one of them runs. They have repeated this cycle many times over the years.

He realises that it will be him that has to do the talking. He needs for her to understand that he was wrong to listen, but he also needs her to know that he wants her. He wants to do all the things she was fantasising about.

"Liv, please, I'm sorry." He starts off, keeping his voice quiet and even. "I am sorry that I listened to what was a very private moment for you. It was wrong of me to do that."

Olivia looks up at him briefly, and then hides her eyes once more. She is staring at a very interesting patch of fabric on her yoga pants.

"Elliot, can we please just forget about it? Can we pretend it didn't happen? I was tired, I had been drinking. I don't normally do that, it just happened" Olivia's voice is high, almost hysterical.

"Bullshit, Liv." Elliot answers. He knows she is going to get pissed off with him from the way she snaps her head up and glares at him.

"Excuse me?" Her voice is like ice.

"I call bullshit, Olivia. That isn't the first time you have done that. I can tell." He answers her.

"How the fuck would you know? Do you have speakers in my apartment just waiting to hear when I get myself off?" She shouts at him.

"No, Liv. The reason I know is because I do the same thing." He pauses for a second and looks at her to make sure she has heard what he said.

"I have thought about you late at night. Wondered what you are doing, are you thinking about me? It gets me hard, the thought of you making yourself cum while screaming my name. I've used that fantasy many times to get me off."

He figures he is past the point of no return now. He has admitted that he fantasises about her.

"Do you remember the night we went undercover at the swingers club? I went home that night as hard as a fucken rock, Liv. I fucked my wife harder than I think I ever have and it wasn't enough. All I could see in my head was you, your legs wrapped around my waist. Your head falling back while I kiss your neck, watching your hair sway as I fuck you."

Olivia doesn't know what to say. He has just confessed to thinking of her while fucking his wife. She doesn't know wether to be appalled or flattered. She just stares at him wide eyed.

"It's been like that for years, Liv. The second I close my eyes, its you. Some nights I couldn't even have sex with Kathy until I could picture you in my head. I would make up excuses so I didn't have to sleep with her."

He gets up and starts pacing around her couch, he wants to tell her everything. He figures she was probably going to run and he has to stop her, has to make her realise that she is who he wants and he isn't going to let her go anywhere.

"The way you walk into that squad room some mornings, your hips swaying, damn

Liv. I love it when you wear those low cut v neck sweaters, especially when you lean over my desk to pick something up. Did you ever notice how when you would do that I would disappear for an hour? I was either in the cribs or taking a fucking cold shower."

He turns to face her from behind the couch, his breathing is heavy and he is thankful to have the high back of the sofa covering his growing erection. He is also thankful for the fact that he threw on a pair of sweats to race here, he doesn't feel as restricted.

"I have wondered what it would feel like to kiss you, to feel your tongue in my mouth. I want to know if you would moan when I suck on your neck. The fantasies have gotten more intense since the divorce, I should have told you sooner. I want you Olivia. I want to touch you, taste you. God I want to feel your body contract around me. I want to be the one to make you cum, cos Liv the way you shouted my name earlier, fuck, it was the hottest thing I have ever heard."

He moves from behind the couch and slowly walks towards her. He knows she will be able to see the bulge in his pants and wonders if she is as turned on as him. He wants to know if she is wet. He can see the skin on her neck and face is flushed and watches her chest rise and fall quicker than it had been.

He kneels down in front of her and takes her hands. He pulls them up to his nose, he wants the one she had used to pleasure herself, inhaling deeply, and he can smell her. He still holds them both but moves the one she has used from his nose to his mouth. He takes in one finger and sucks it slowly, wanting to savour as much of her taste as he can. He then takes in the second, running his tongue from the tip to the base before sucking on it hard, he gives the same attention to the third finger.

She is watching him from under hooded eye lids, fuck that is so hot. He is sucking on her fingers, the ones she had inside herself only an hour or so ago. She moans out loud and feels a rush of wetness from her core.

"Fuck Liv, I want to hear you make those noises only for me. I want to taste you, Olivia. I need you." He rasps.

Elliot pulls Olivia to her feet and moves both of his hands back to her face. Holding her cheeks he moves in closer. One hand snakes to the back of her head and tangles itself in her hair. He presses his lips to hers, gently to begin with, giving her a chance to pull away if she wants to. She doesn't, she parts her lips slightly and that's all he needs. He slides his tongue over her bottom lip and delves into her mouth.

Olivia wraps her arms around Elliot's waist to hold him in place. They continue to kiss, slowly, passionately. His tongue strokes the inside of her mouth, dances with her tongue. She is so hot again. One hand moves to his back and strokes, but the other hand moves down, to his arse. She feels him smile against her lips as she squeezes him. She has wanted to feel his arse for so long, she moves her other hand down and cups his other cheek, and pulls him closer. He grinds his erection against her and they both groan.

She begins to move him backwards, towards the couch. His legs collide with the bottom of it and he tumbles on, pulling her with him. She is now straddling him, both of her legs squeezing his thighs. Olivia rubs herself against his hard member, fuck he feels big.

He reaches under her t-shirt and glides his hands up her back, all the time he is still kissing her. They break apart and he removes her t-shirt and also his own. He looks at her bra covered breasts and licks his lips.

"This has to go too" he murmurs and he unhooks it and throws it somewhere across the room.

Olivia arches her back, still pushing against his erection. He grabs her hips trying to slow her down but she isn't having it. He gives up and kisses his way from her mouth down her neck, her chest, to the top of her breasts. He takes one in hand and feels the weight of it. The sucks on the skin above her other breast before placing feather kisses down to her nipple. His tongue twirls over and around the distended nub and he brings it inside his mouth. She moans loudly.

"Fuck, El. I want you so badly." She breathes. Olivia reaches down to the waistband of his sweats, she wants them off. Suddenly he grabs her around the waist and manages to lay her down flat on the couch.

He gives her a wicked look as he kissed his way from her breast and moves lower. He licks and nips at the skin down her abdomen, delves his tongue inside her navel. She arches up to him and Elliot uses this to his advantage. He slides her yoga pants down past her arse and pulls them off.

He kisses up her leg, rubbing and stroking the other with his leg. He reaches her panty covered pussy. He can smell her; she is as aroused as he is. He licks her slit through her panties.

"Oh fuck…." She groans. She wants her panties off; she wants him to lick her, suck on her pussy. She arches herself once more and she feels his hands on either side of her panties and he slides them down her legs.

He gets back into position, his nose is up against her, using his tongue he licks her hot slit from the bottom up to her clit. She moans as he swirls it around his tongue, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

He opens her up with his fingers, separating her folds so he could get as much of her as he can. She is so wet; his fingers are easily coated in her fluids. Continuing to suck on her clit he rubs a finger down her slit to her hot centre and pushes it inside.

"Fuck Liv, you are so tight. I fucken love it." He whispers.

She raises her hips to meet the thrust of his finger, then he pushes two deep inside her and increases his motion.

"I am so close El, make me cum, please…please" She begs. Olivia reaches down and holds his head in place. She needs him to keep sucking on her clit, the sensation is just overwhelming. Olivia continues to push her hips to meet his fingers.

He can feel her inner walls contracting against his fingers, he smiles to himself as he sucks her clit. He is gonna make her cum.

She shouts loudly and screams his name over and over, "El, El, El" as she hits her peak. She moves her hand from the back of his head and lets it fall limply to her side. He removes his fingers and gives her clit one last lick before moving up to kiss her hard.

"Definitely better than my fantasy, El" she tells him, smiling. She loves being able to taste herself on his lips.

"More to come baby." He mumbles into her shoulder where his head lays. He is still trying to catch his breath.

Olivia reaches down and slides her hand inside his sweat pants. He groans as she takes his cock in hand, running her fingers down the length. She slips her hand back up and circles the head, rubbing the pre-cum over it with her thumb, sliding along his slit. He bucks into her hand.

He takes her hand and removes it before standing up to take off the sweats. He stands there in front of her naked, his cock standing to attention. She licks her lips as she sits up.

Olivia grabs his legs and pulls him to her. She sticks out her tongue and licks his cock up and down, then grabs his arse and takes him in her mouth. She hums as she sucks his length. She gently squeezes his balls, running her fingers along the sensitive skin there. Elliot smooths his hand through her hair, gently guiding her movements. He wants to fuck her mouth, he really does but he pulls back.

Olivia looks up as he moves back enough for her to release his dick from her mouth. She raises an eyebrow, unsure of why he didn't let her finish.

"I want you to suck my dick, Liv, trust me I do but the first time I cum I want it to be inside your pussy, not your mouth. I want to be inside you now." He tells her.

Olivia knows he wants to be on top, he wants to be the dominant one. There will be plenty of time later for her to take him and ride him; right now she will give him what he wants. She settles back down on the couch and spreads her legs wide and looks at him.

That face is pure unadulterated sex, he thinks to himself, as he lays with her, settling his body in-between hers. He raises up slightly and is about to line himself up when she takes his dick and does it, she has him at her entrance.

Elliot slowly pushes himself into her, they both moan at the sensation. He moves into her inch by inch until he is fully buried inside her. They stay like this for a second; the only noise in the room is their breathing. Olivia moves her hands from his shoulders and grabs his arse and pulls him back slightly, and then pushes forward.

Elliot takes this as permission to move. He begins to thrust into her, varying his pace. They keep eye contact as he withdraws then pushes inside her, hard.

"Fuck Liv, I'm so close. You are so tight. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I have wanted to feel you underneath me." His voice is uneven due to his heavy breathing.

"I'm nearly there, baby, just keep going…fuck El, don't stop" She murmurs against his shoulder. She closes her eyes waiting for the feeling to take over her body.

"Liv, look at me. Do not close your eyes. I have waited so many years to watch you cum, I want to watch you."

Her eyes flicker open and she looks into his. This isn't something she normally does, when she has cum with other partners it has always been with her eyes closed. Mostly due to the fact that she is usually thinking of the man who is currently fucking her. They continue to keep eye contact. He will see her face, her eyes when she cums.

His hand reaches between them, seeking out her bundle of nerves. He flicks it with his thumb, then rubs harder in time with his thrusts. She lifts her legs higher above his arse, she wants him deeper.

She arches into him, whimpering. He feels her muscles contract against his cock, squeezing him hard. He can't fucking move, she is holding him that tightly. She lets up slightly and she screams as her release takes hold.

"El, El, Elliot"

He thrusts into her one more time and shoots inside her, his hot seed mixing with her juices. He groans at the sensation, too fucking good. He never wants this to end.

"Olivia. I love you."

They lay together, silent. They listen to their breathing, to their hearts beating. He whispers to her once more.

"I love you. I've loved you for so long Olivia."

She looks into his eyes, she can see it. She can see the love he has for her. This wasn't just about sex. This was about him finally telling her how he feels.

Olivia reaches up and strokes his cheek, smiling, he actually loves her. She pulls him down and kisses him. Slowly, savouring the feel of his lips, his tongue on hers. They break apart.

"I love you too, El. I always have."

The quiet again surrounds them as they just stare into each others eyes. They both realise this is it. They have been partners now for the better part of a decade and had faced enough challenges to last a life time. They deserve a shot at happiness and all because of her phone they are finally gonna take it.

I hope I did both Broem and Myrth a little bit of justice with these stories.