I am done with this story but I came up with this for now and there is more to come whenever some ideas come into play. Thank you for still reading and I love feedback!

It was exactly one week after he had been inside her on the stairwell leading up to her rooftop. They were high and the humidity in the air only added to the eight year fire ignited deep inside the both of them. They had worked as partners in perfect sync maybe even a little more in sync than usual which even caused Fin and Munch had asked them what they were slipping in each others coffee the following week. There were no remarks on Elliot's short fused temper from Olivia when they disagreed. As if one would taddle tale out the other for what they did last week, they both bit heir tongues more than they would have. They tried to avoid confrontation with each other but she thought he liked to fight and strangely enough, she would feel a small part of her get turned on. She remembered how aggressive and strong he was when he picked her up and held her against the wall. After last week Elliot didn't question her intentions when she immediately made her mind up about a suspect. He could disagree, she would have a rebuttle- of course but they were fine. They had been on a stake out; Olivia and Elliot were in a beat up Volvo while the other duo was less than a block down on the other side of the street in a construction van. Munch and Fin noticed that Olivia and Elliot's hidden mics weren't on. They just saw him reach other to rub her neck and leaned in to tell her something, she leaned forward, her shoulders shaking and were shocked to find her laughing.

"What's in the coffee up there seems like you are having a blast," Munch said into his microphone hidden on his sleeve but was doubtful that they would even heard what he was mumbling. They looked too involved in whatever conversation they were in that couldn't have been work related.

"I don't think you want what they got in their coffee man, cause you aint playing with my hair and giving me a shoulder rub anytime soon," Fin joked to Munch without having the other car pick up what he was saying. "Don't worry, I'm not a fan of ponytails," Munch said, microphone off.

The usual banter the unit had in between cases was still there, other than the spying on behalf of Munch and Fin no one saw anything. Nothing other than friendly flirting which wasn't anything particularly new to anyone who knew them in the early years of their partnership who knew they were before things got complicated.

It had been a while since they were okay; saying that they were great wouldn't be realistic for either one of them. Almost seven days a week would go by and the first thing they saw in the morning was blood. From a 4:15 AM call from Cragen that there was a dead nameless woman found naked near the river or a child being abused, regardless of what happened a week ago they could never dwell on it. The random act of intense pleasure wasn't forgotten but shortly overpowered by what they saw on a daily basis.

Neither one of them said anything about it until Olivia looked over at Elliot and saw how stressed out he was. Head held in rough hands, he was absolutely silent as he waited on hold on the phone before hanging up to dial again. She wanted it to be like last week, she wanted to be carefree and to laugh at randomness, have the harmless flirting lead into sweaty sex without apologies

"Hey," Olivia said as she started to pack her things away after he hung up the phone. This was one Friday night where she didn't want to stay in the station to do paperwork. She knew regardless of what she completed she would only be in the next day bright and early even though they haven't had a case in an almost record breaking three days.

"You heading out?" he asked her as he hung the phone up and crossed his arms across his chest.

She remembered holding on for dear life when she was against his chest with those thick arms holding her weight up off the ground.

"I think so, you?" She stated in a quiet almost shy tone.

"The kids went to some water park with Kathy for the weekend so I am not going to see them this weekend. I'm pretty beat but I don't want to go right to bed for some reason" he said as he shrugged his shoulder.

Fuck the bed when there are walls around, Elliot.

She nodded in agreement and kept her mouth shut.

"Do you want to…" He said but stopped mid sentence as Munch and Fin walked by to head to Cragen's office, continuing his sentence when he the door had shut behind them.

"Come by my place, if you're bored and don't have plans and stuff , not to say you don't have plans or get bored easily, but, I was just…" Was that stuttering? He was nervous.

"Shut up," Olivia smiled up at him and put the last of her belongings in her leather tote.

Twenty minutes later and they had arrived in dead silence at his bland yet surprisingly well organized and tidy home. Olivia could have sworn that this was the first time she had ever saw his home finished. Not when there were cardboard boxes everywhere and big boxes of dishes still wrapped up, collecting dust and being un-used on the counter. She was surprised that he had managed to do it on his own, it wasn't extremely fashionable but it was comfortable. It was Elliot.

"Grab a beer; I am going across the hall for a second, stay here okay?" He said as he looked around his fireplace for something before he even got a chance to toss his keys down on his coffee table.

Olivia took a seat on his couch and looked at him puzzled at what he was on a hunt for.

She heard him exclaim in a hushed tone when he put scrunched up bills behind a cigar box that was still sealed, he would never think of smoking them and she knew it. She smiles at him remembering that his brother bought him cigars from Cuba on vacation and mailed them to the station on his birthday.

"Ill be right back," he said as he left without fully shutting his door.

She didn't turn on the TV but sat on his couch with her legs tucked underneath her. Olivia was thankful for the open window behind her; the black drapes were blowing against the couch with the slight breeze that came in. It was hot out but not humid, the air smelt like the last time they had sex. It was warm but not sticky, the air was surprisingly refreshing yet she was glad she opted for a white tee shirt and jeans to work today.

He returned five minutes later and had a smirk on his face.

"Come in the kitchen for a second," He said as he pulled her up off the couch, she held onto his hand for a few seconds before letting go to head over to the other room.

She sat on one of the bar stools going around the small ceramic island he had in substitute for a wooden dinner table. She watched the defined muscles covering his back move while he hunched over the counter to grab a kitchen appliance that looked brand new.

"I got one of these as a gift from Kathy, it was kind of like a happy divorce- you are on your own to cook your own shit kindagift and I have never used it," He said without turning around. This was the first time since the divorce was finalized that he had even mentioned being divorced. Olivia knew it was a big step for him so she didn't want to dwell on the topic.

"The Magic Bullet?" Olivia laughed; he continued to have his back positioned in front of her, Olivia's eyes shifted down to the bubble in tight denim. Whenever she was around Elliot out work since last week she felt young again which didn't make her feel guilty about checking out his ass in jeans.

"You watched that infomercial at 3:00AM too?" He shook his head and knew that they were too much the same for their own good. Olivia would have never admitted that the cheesy infomercial was one of the only cures for the insomnia that plagued her on a regular basis. "What a stupid thing for me to have, what am I going to do, make pasta sauce and strawberry shakes for dinner with this?" He put his hand inside his front pocket to pull out something wrapped in tin foil.

"Wouldn't hurt for you to cook every now and then, I am sure the pizza guy is getting sick of coming to this place," She smirked at him; he immediately turned around and shook his head. "Coming from Martha Stewart the bagel shop queen," He teased back, she dismissed his comment with the wave of her hand knowing that he was right. They were probably two of the most un- domestic individuals each one had ever known- it worked perfectly.

"What did you go across the hall for; I thought you said you don't know your neighbors?" Olivia said as she swept her bangs across her forehead to only have them fall back down above her eyes. Her shirt was starting to stick to her black bra and began to fan herself.

He turned around, ignored her and just smiled.

Olivia almost jumped when she heard the loud trinket start up and grind what he had put in there.

A few seconds later it stopped and he took out the detachable compartment holding the finished mysterious product.

"But the good thing about this waste of counter space is that apparently works good for one thing and under less than four seconds…" He said reciting a repetitive line from the infomercial that stuck in Olivia's head for a whole morning the day after she first heard it coming from her television.

She looked down to see ground up weed on the counter and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "aren't you full of surprises…is that what you went across the hallway for, to buy narcotics, Detective Stabler?"

"It's kind of like borrowing sugar except I had to give the kid my last fifteen bucks for this sugar, sugar," He joked, she winced at his corny comment but couldn't help but smirk at him.

"So not only are you smoking up but you are buying it from a kid in your building who I assume knows your day job, correct?" She asked, she crossed her arms across her chest and noticed how his eyes went down to the opening in her v-neck tee shirt at her cleavage. She didn't mind his stares at all.

"Since when do you say, smoking up? And no he isn't a kid, he is a thirty-something year old stoner who thinks I'm a security guard downtown- I never bothered to correct him when we met in the elevator on Tuesday," Elliot smiled with his explanation as his hands pulled out papers from his pocket.

"So you just met him a few days ago and you just walked over and said what?" She asked him, she was rather amused with the whole situation they were going to put themselves in one week after the first time they did it.

"I just told him I had a hot broad over and wanted to break the tension," He said with a serious face as he rolled.

"Thanks, you are such a gentleman, with words like that you almost make me want to take my panties off," She said to him, his head immediately shot up.

He could have easily came back with a harmless rebuttal but he didn't know if it was appropriate for him to joke as a friend with her about what they did that was anything but friendly.

"Don't even go there…" She laughed knowing where he was going, "Naw, seriously, you okay with everything?" He asked quietly as he continued his task.

"I'm thinking of telling Cragen that you need time off to go to rehab but its okay," It was her turn to joke and make light about the situation.

"So everything else, the other thing?" He asked as he lit the thick rolled up paper.

Olivia didn't say a word but her smile smoke volumes as he watched him, he exhaled a large cloud of smoke from his mouth before leading her into his living room.