A/N: These are totally unrelated one-shots/shorts. They will all be rated a strict M. This is my first real time writing EO smut, so be gentle.

"Are you still with your wife?"

His silence gives him all the confirmation he needs, "Then don't fucking touch me"

Before she could slam the door in his face he snuck his inside catching it, "Liv"

Her response was to push back crushing his foot against the doorjamb, "God dammit, move" she ordered, "Just go away"

Leaning forward he managed create an opening and slide in past her as the door crashed loudly behind him, "I can't do that"

There was a scowl on her face, arms crossed protectively over her chest, "You sonofabitch" she spat at him, "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

In spite of her obvious anger and caustic attitude, he couldn't deny that he was slightly turned on. There had always been something about her that made his blood run hot whether it had been the moments they would rage at each other across the bullpen, watching her interrogate some scumbag, or the times when her legs were wound around him as exploded inside of her.

Stepping towards her he extended his arm, his fingers grazing her bicep, "Liv"

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A tremble courses through her the moment flesh meets flesh and she hates herself for this weakness inside of her that craves the way his touch marks her. She promised herself she wouldn't do this again; told herself that until he made a conscious decision about the state of his marriage that she wouldn't allow him to have this affect over her.

The way her hardened nipples push against the material of her tank top prove she is a fucking liar, because she knew the moment he ended up on her stoop how this would end.

There was a time, before him, she had very black and white notions about affairs…after him; her life began to be consumed with painful gray complexities.

"El"

It's a beg for mercy because every time she watches him walk away he steals a piece of her, and she has this irrational fear that the final time he goes she may cease to exist. Yet, she is powerless against this. She is the butterfly, drawn towards the warmth and brilliance of the light even as it singes her wings.

His thumb sinks into her muscle, his grip wrapping around her firm but gentle...he is sandpaper and lace, fire and rain, sin and salvation.

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Her doe eyes are widened peering up from under a fan of dark lashes and he can see the confliction as the color deepens to a shade of espresso. Gently he pulls her towards him until their torsos are touching, her hardened nipples grazing his chest, causing his skin to flush with aroused heat.

She looks away from him, down to her feet and his free hand comes up to her cheek, letting the rough pad of his thumb swipe along the apple of her cheek, down to her bottom lip, "Liv, look at me"

When she doesn't comply, his hand slides down under her chin, slowly tilting her face upwards and bringing her gaze back to meet his. The toffee flecks in her eyes swirl with so many emotions and he hates himself for ever letting her doubt where he belongs.

Before he can speak her arm slips from his grasp and her palms rise to rest on his cheeks. For a moment they simply stare at each other, and where words fail them; their eyes speak an odyssey.

Swallowing hard he slides his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, tethering himself to her as he intertwined his fingers with the silken chestnut colored strands. Pulling softly backwards he watched her lips part, the moan tumbling from her throat, and falling into his own as he captured her mouth.

It's a carefully choreographed ballet; the rhythm built over a thirteen year song, debuted on a snowy evening in December when he waltzed back into her life. It was angrier then, faster, harder, rougher, the taste of sweat slick skinned and unspoken truths igniting the air.

This time, it's slower, less frenzied because she needs to understand that there is no walking away. Giving her up would be the emotional equivalent of eating his gun.

His tongue slides against the seam of her lips, swiping at the fullness before he sinks his teeth into her plump bottom lip tugging, suckling, until her arms wind around his neck and her own tongue slides to meet his.

Their kisses usually begin as a battle of control, dueling mouths, warring hearts. Her taste is intoxicating, one taste and he is drunk off her. Pulling his mouth from her own, he leaves open mouthed wet kisses trailing her jaw line, his teeth nipping at her ear lobe, tongue outlining the delicate conch and he can feel the tremble course through her, "You like that?" he whispers his breath hot against her cooled skin.

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The first time was almost too intense, like sparking electric wires. Now it's a delicious heat and she feels ignited, consumed, burning from the inside out.

In response her mouth comes to his neck, her teeth sinking softly over his pulse point, pulling the soft flesh into her mouth and suckling. His body tightens and she can feel his erection thump softly against her through his jeans, "Fuck" he whispers hoarsely as his leg pushes her thighs open in attempt to push them even closer together.

The moisture pools between her legs, and she unconsciously starts to gyrate against his thigh trying to relieve some of the ache. She can feel his hands slide down her body before cupping her ass and pulling her even closer to him.

Nimble fingers toy with the hem of her shirt, dancing on the patch of exposed flesh from wear the cloth had ridden up before sliding it up her body and over her head. She can feel his upper body pull away so that he can look down at her.

She's never felt more beautiful than the moments he looks at her, like that, cerulean eyes cloudy with desire, "So gorgeous" he says his flattened hand coming to rest on her stomach, dancing upwards on her skin to the valley of her breasts.

"El"

Gently he runs his hand over a pebbled nipple and she feels pleasure ripple through. Taking his thumb and forefinger he pinches at the rose colored nub, rolling it, pulling gently before lavishing the same attention on the other.

When he seems pleased with his work he smirks before pulling her back close to him and burying his nose in her hair, "You have no idea what you do to me" he murmurs before pushing them gently backwards towards the bedroom, his mouth back latched onto her neck as he led them through the darkened hallway.

The backs of her knees hit the bed softly before he is pushing her backwards and stripping off his shirt. He leans over her and her hands come to run over the hard planes of his chest, over his broad shoulders, down the muscles in his arms. His body is perfect, like a Greek sculpture in an art history book.

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Her body was made for sin; like an artist's paint brush had created her from someone's dream. From the plumpness of her lips, the broad strokes of bronze on her skin, down the delicate column of her throat, painted soft curves, she was perfection to him.

His tongue comes to rest in the dip between her breasts, leaving a wet trail to her left nipple, suckling at it softly, his hand coming to palm her other breast, alternating between the two until both are shining wet with the moisture of his mouth.

Smiling he places a chaste kiss on her abdomen, kissing down to her belly button, suckling just above the place where her lounge pants begin as he curls his fingers around the waist band and pulls them down her long limbs.

A growl escapes his throat when he realizes she isn't wearing underwear and is already shimmering with wetness for him. Bringing his finger to her slickened folds he rubs against them softly and hears her whine in anticipation, "Tell me what you want"

"Mmm" she moans.

Applying more pressure he watches the way her lower half arches off the bed, "Tell me" he orders again flicking her clit with his thumb.

"Oh God El"

"Tell me" he spits out sliding a finger inside of her.

"You damn it, you, always you"

It's all the encouragement he needs to thrust his digit inside of her as her breathing became panting. Sliding another finger in he begins to piston in and out as her hips rise up to meet his machinations.

Curling them inside of her, he anticipates the way her walls clench around him as he begins to hit the spongy center again and again.

Her head thrashes around as she humps back against his hand trying to take his fingers deeper. In response he brings his mouth to her swollen clit, wrapping his lips around it and suckling while keeping his fingers at a frantic pace.

"Jesus" she cries out and he knows she is close and this only fuels his actions to bring her over the edge.

When the orgasm seizes her he keeps up his manipulations lapping at her juices and letting her ride wave after wave of pleasure. She is still panting when he slides his fingers away, bringing them to his mouth and sucking brazenly at her taste.

Sliding his own pants off he watches as she sits up reaching out to him and her hand wraps around his hardness, rolling the foreskin down as she begins to pump him gently. When her soft pink tongue darts out to swipe across his head he feels his knees quake before her mouth slowly wraps around him. Slowly she suckles at the head, pumping his shaft and he fights the urge to thrust further into her mouth. She seems to sense his anticipation and she removes her hand, slowly sliding her mouth further down him, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft, her hands wrapping around to his bare buttocks controlling how deep he could thrust in her throat and his hands wound in her hair, as her eyes looked up at him and he swear he could die happy in that moment.

The pace is desperate but he knows he needs to stop because he doesn't want to cum before he's buried inside of her so he pulls away and she looks a bit confused before he rubs absently at her hair, "I need to be inside of you"

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She had wanted to taste him, to watch his eyes go to that shade of cobalt before he exploded in her mouth but she knows that she needs him inside of her because it's a feeling of utter completeness.

He strokes his length and she scoots back on the bed, so he can hover over her. His free hand comes to her wrists, pinning them above her head before she can feel his length slowly slide inside of her. Her walls begin to clench him from the moment he enters her and her whole body is flushed as he settles against her and stays still for a moment, "You feel amazing"

His cock twitches inside of her, their pulses matched at racing speeds, and then he pulls out slowly, almost all the way before sinking back down inside of her. The thrusts are long, fluid, deep, slow, and her legs wrap around him, heels digging into his ass as he continues his leisurely assault.

Their mouths are fused together, tongues dancing, and she opens her eyes and when she looks into his she sees something more than lust, something that scares her and she clamps her eyes shut again focusing on the pleasure instead of the pain.

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The torturous pace can only last so long before his body is screaming for more and his hands grip her hips as he begins to thrust faster, harder, his ass clenching with each thrust as her velvety walls squeeze down on him.

As he bottoms out she makes small whimpering sounds and it only fuels him more. In and out, over and over, his balls slapping obscenely against her as he tries to dive deeper and deeper inside of her.

A growl escapes his throat as her hips rise off the bed to meet his thrusts. He's on the brink and when her name tumbles off his lips he can feel himself swell, "Cum for me" he grinds out sliding his fingers in between them and coming to her clit, his thumb rubbing harsh circles over it.

Her pants become cries and he loves to watch the waves of pleasure course through her as her body begins to tremble as she topples over the edge. He keeps thrusting as he watches the orgasm consume her until he feels himself swell and tense before he spills inside of her.

Drained he brings himself resting half resting atop her, his forehead pressing against hers, his lips brushing against her lips, "You're amazing" he whispers his hand brushing her dampened strands of hair away from her face.

"El"

He falls to the side of her sighing as he looks to the ceiling, "I'm leaving her"

She rises off the bed , half sitting, pulling the sheet over herself, "Elliot, don't feed me a line of"

"I drew up the papers today, I'm telling her tomorrow" he says honestly their eyes meeting.

If he hadn't been able to read her so clearly he wouldn't have noticed the way she looked away guiltily. Running his hands across his face he raises up, their bare thighs grazing each other, "It's not your fault"

Her neck snaps, her lips in a tight line, "Don't…not after…"

Shaking his head he looks down to the floor and then back up to her, "My marriage was on life support long before…this. I don't even know why I stayed as long as I did" he admitted.

"Because you're a good man"

There is conviction, belief in her tone and he laughs dryly, "No I'm not"

Her mouth opens and his finger comes to rest over her lips, "I'm stubborn, have anger issues, the tendency to punch things when I'm mad, and I'm selfish as hell…which is why there is no letting you go option" he told her sternly, "Now that I have you, I'm never letting you go"

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His words scare her because she's afraid of fucking this up…and she can't lose him, not again…not after this. This time, it would kill her. But the fear of watching him walk out that door, never feeling this again, it scares her much more.

"I love you Liv"

Blinking she can feel the tears sting her eyes as his hand comes to the nape of her neck and his lips kiss the crown of her head and the words tumble softly over her lips, "I love you too"