UNDERCOVER

In my mind this took place in season 6.

Elliot opened the door to the hotel as Olivia stepped through, carrying a small suitcase.

"Thank you," she said in his direction with a smile as they made their way to the front desk.

"Hi! How are you today?" the overly friendly receptionist asked, while staring at Elliot.

"We're good, thank you. We'd like to check into our rooms," Elliot answered for the both of them.

"Oh, rooms?" the woman asked, eyeing Elliot once again.

"We're here on buisness," Elliot answered with a wink and a seductive grin that made Olivia roll her eyes.

"Alright, what are your names?" she asked.

"Virginia Coolwater," Olivia said, without missing a beat.

"And I'm John White," Elliot answered right behind her.

"Okay, just sign here and I need your ID's." Elliot and Olivia quickly pulled them out of their pockets and handed them to the woman. She gave Olivia her set of keys first.

"You guys are all set, Virginia you are in room 604 and John, you're in room 605. The rooms are adjoining. If you need anything, just give me a ring," she said, cheerfully, her hand resting on Elliot's shoulder as he gave her one last wink and took his keys.

Olivia was already in the elevator when Elliot reached her. She looked at him, annoyed as she pressed the button for their floor. The elevator door closed and began to take them to level 6. The door opened, finally, and Olivia stepped out wasting no time.

"Liv, whats wrong?" Elliot asked, behind her.

"Nothing, I'm just tired," she answered, without looking at him. She opened her door and went inside, closing it behind her, leaving him standing alone in the hallway.

Once inside her room, Olivia stripped off her jacket and looked inside her mini fridge. Fully stocked with mini bottles of liquor, Olivia grabbed one out at random and opened it without looking. She shot the whole thing and winced at the sting. Whiskey. Olivia grabbed another one out and took it as quick as the last. She winced again but less this time. Vodka. She laughed at herself, acting like a teenager because she was jealous so she decided to drown out her sorrows. But, she decided to take one more shot. This time it was tequila.

Olivia decided to take a bath so she grabbed a few more little bottles and headed to the bathroom. She let the oversized tub fill with water as she undressed. She just turned the water off and got one foot in the water when she heard a knock at the door. She wrapped an incredibly small towel around her small, tan frame and walked out of the bathroom and looked out the peephole. She was confused when no one was there, then she heard the knock again coming from the left. She realized it was Elliot at the adjourning door.

Olivia smiled at the thought of him, then she remembered she was upset with him and the smile vanished. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and she realized just how buzzed she had become in such a short time. Elliot knocked again, impatiently.

Olivia swung the door open and Elliot's mouth dropped to the floor at the sight of his sexy partner in a towel.

"What Elliot?" she asked, clearly annoyed and trying to sound sober.

"I thought since we don't have to do any work on the case tonight, we should do some celebrating," he said, with a grin, holding out a handful of small bottles of liquor.

"I've already had a few, so why don't you go share those with your little receptionist friend," Olivia said, coldly, rolling her eyes.

"Is Olivia Benson drunk and jealous?" Elliot questioned, his voice playful with flirting.

"No," she said bitterly, taking a step away from him, stumbling a little but catching herself.

"Damn, how many have you had? The whole fridge?" Elliot asked, seriously.

"I had three," Olivia said, "I'm not that drunk."

"Oh, really?" Elliot asked, slowly stepping closer to her, "because the Olivia I know, would never have admitted to being jealous."

"Fuck you," she spat, back up further away from him. "You're an ass you know that."

"And you're jealous," he answered back, still walking towards her. Her back hit the wall, she was stuck. He continued his slow, deliberate steps towards her.

"Tell me, Liv, why are you so jealous?" he had her pinned against the wall, his body painfully close to hers. She felt an ocean forming between her thighs and she had to fight with all of her body to suppress the moan forming in her throat. He placed his hand on either side of her and got a little closer. "Tell me," he encouraged.

"Get your head out of your ass, I was not jealous," she said, her voice full of anger, thinking about how he winked at that girl downstairs.

"Sure, Olivia, whatever you say," Elliot said. He reached into his pocket and took out one of the bottles, opening it and downing it contents.

"How many of those have you had?" Olivia asked.

"This is my first, I was waiting for you," he said, with a laugh.

Olivia had to fight the urge to reach out and pull him the rest of the way into her, to kiss him, to touch him. As if he could read her mind, he closed a little more of the space between them as Olivia's body shuddered at the thought of what he could do to her.

Elliot looked down at her, and let his hand graze up her thigh. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, and she couldn't hide the disappointment that covered her face as he stopped his hand right at the top of her thigh.

Not fully knowing what to do next and not wanting Elliot to stop, Olivia took a moment to thank god she was full of liquid courage and she grabbed her towel and let it fall to the floor, revealing her tan, toned body.

Elliot's breathing hitched as he took in the sight of his partner, naked, biting her lip and her eyes full of lust. He pushed his clothed body into hers, his erection pressing into her stomach. She moaned once again as his hand found its way to her small breast. She latched her mouth onto his with force and gladly bit onto his bottom lip. He arched further into her, causing more arousal to form within her body.

Olivia broke the kiss and began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. He tore the shirt off his shoulders and unbuttoned his slacks, Olivia found herself eyeing the bulge in his pants, waiting for it to be free. She bit her lip in anticipation, he lowered his slacks and boxers in one swift motion and his erection popped out, leaving her breathless.

Olivia kneeled down onto her knees and sucked the tip of his penis into her mouth, as Elliot moaned and started down into her eyes. She began to take his large member deep in her throat and Elliot knew he couldn't handle much more. He brought her back up to him and kissed her deeply.

"Liv, no one has ever given me head like that," he praised her as she smiled knowingly.

"Take me to bed, El," Olivia whispered, her voice full of need and lust.

"Olivia, are you sure this is what you want? Once we do this we can't take it back. And I have a feeling this is the alcohol talking," he said, looking into her eyes, trying to read her.

"Elliot, I am sure, that I want you to take me into that bedroom and fuck me all night long," Olivia moaned, begging as she took his erection in her hand and rubbed the tip with her thumb.

"I have dreamt of you saying those words to me so many, many times," Elliot snarled in her ear as he picked her up and threw her naked body over his shoulder and gave her a playful but firm smack on the ass. She squealed as he walked her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.

"I'm beyond ready for you, daddy," Olivia said, seductively as she sucked one of her fingers into her mouth, waiting for Elliot to join her on the bed.