The room was completely dark except for the light dim of the blurred television screen on the opposite side of the empty room. There was nothing there except for a queen sized bed and that's when he pushed his eye closer to the crack in the door. He felt like a perp would when stalking a woman but this was different, the woman he was watching was almost putting on a show. He continued to stare and squinted his eyes in order to get a better look. Bedspread was wrapped around her ankles and her head was titled back so he couldn't make out the mystery woman he was growing fascinated with. She was nude except for her black panties that her hand was buried inside. He felt his face flush and a tugging in his pants, god she was sexy. It felt so wrong for him to intrude such a personal moment but he couldn't pull his blue eyes away from the heat she was giving off.

Her free hand released the grip of the blanket beside her and moved over to graze across her perky round breasts touching each erected nipple with her fingertips. Her long smooth legs were squirming as the hand inside her panties continued to work rapidly. She was vocal while she was masturbating which he was more than grateful for because she wouldn't be able to hear his soft panting that was a result of him rubbing himself thru his jeans.

Oh fuck, he heard her swear softly under her breath as her hand moved faster and harder. He could hear every moan, loud sigh and cuss word as if she was whispering it in his ear right beside him.

"Come…" She stuttered out surprising him.

He knew that voice and was startled that perhaps she was speaking to him and caught him getting off her to. He backed away from the door and removed his hand from his pants, feeling dirty and embarrassed.

"It's okay…come here please." She pleaded.

He walked forward so that he could see thru the crack of the door again. She sat up not removing her hand from her panties but stopped finger fucking herself long enough to gain some composure and to get a look at the man who was watching her.

"El, please I need your help." She said. Only one woman ever called him El. He knew the voice but he still couldn't make out her face. God, that has to be Olivia. He knew her body, sure he never saw it nude but he knew that was her and he didn't know what to do or say.

"Liv?" He said no higher than a dull whisper

She was no sitting up with her eyes open, he could see her perfectly. Olivia's flushed face, pouty lips, perky tits and a look in her eyes like she hadn't been fucked in months. His erection was getting unbearable and he wanted to fuck her senseless.

"Wha-what do you want?" He asked her as he stood at the end of her bed trying to drink every square inch of her in.

She sat up on her knees and removed her hand from the waistband of her panties. She stared into his eyes and moved close enough to him so that her breasts were pressed against the thin fabric of his t shirt. She moved closer and closer until his erection was pressing against her moist panties. Her lips were touching his without kissing him and without saying a word she ran her hand over his cock and smiled against his mouth.

He jolted out of his sleep with sweat covering his bare chest and his heart beating so quick that he was afraid it would burst out of his chest. Elliot opened his eyes and he was all alone in his apartment lying down on the couch in front of the television that was left on some infomercial selling wrinkle cream. It was just a dream, he repeated to himself over and over. It was the kind of dream he had been having at least once a week for a few months now. He looked down at the erection contained within his cotton boxers and saw that it was a really good dream.

Elliott Stabler was never with more than a one woman in his whole life and never ever expressed himself sexually the way he desired out of fear of being looked at in a certain light. He was a married man that never had the energy or time to take his wife to an exotic vacation and even if he had the time to do so he knew that they would be making love no more than once a week in the same monochromatic way they always did. His ex wife would lay there and close her eyes, he came- he always did but it was never mind blowing. To have such a fantasy was startling considering who was making this such a dirty dream and it left him feeling ashamed but it was also exciting for him to have experience such a thing.

His cell phone was vibrating on the table, it was 5:12 am and it was Olivia.

"I need you to come here." She said quietly.

"What?" He asked wondering if he was still dreaming.

"128 and Easton Street, El." She said to him.

"Yeah I'll be there." He said shaking his head and getting up to shower quickly. As the cool water hit his back muscles he silently prayed that his erection would go down, it wasn't worth teasing himself especially at such an early hour in the morning.