Sealed

Disclaimer: I own nothing; Dick Wolf owns everything

Rating: M

Summary: I hate writing anything not cannon, but I just couldn't pass this up. A/U, Elliot never reconciled with Kathy. They have an amicable relationship, but his eye is on Olivia. Post Undercover, circa PTSD. Olivia finally comes clean about what happened in the basement, but she's having trouble with romantic relationships.

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual situations between consenting adults. You have been duly warned.

Another six months had passed. Olivia had been through intense counseling to work through her ordeal at Sealview as well as what happened to her in Boston. Elliot had stayed with her every night, holding her when she cried, and laughing with her when she could. She had had a few more flashbacks, but they were becoming fewer and less intense. He was sitting on her couch with an open file, reviewing witness statements from earlier that day.

"Elliot, can you come in here for a second?" Olivia called. Elliot dropped the file on the table next to the sofa and headed for the bedroom.

"Whoa." he whispered at the sight of her. Olivia stood before him in a blue silk nightgown stopping at her mid-thigh. It was supported by thin spaghetti straps ending at the lace top, which was cut just low enough for Elliot to catch a glimpse of her ample cleavage. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she looked simply ravishing. She slowly walked towards him.

"I guess that means you approve." she said, in a sultry voice.

"God, Liv, you have no idea…" he said as she snaked her arms up around his neck. She pulled him towards her and kissed him gently on the lips. He responded by tonguing at her lips, which she parted in response. He explored her mouth, the sweetness and sexiness of it. She pushed back towards him, allowing him to gently tug on her bottom lip. His hands ran along her back, feeling the taut muscles through the silkiness of her nightgown. She pulled his T-shirt up over his head and ran her hand along his chest. He reached up and took her head into his hands, turning her eyes to face his.

"Liv, are you ok with this?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. I promise." He searched her eyes. The hurt, haunted expression was gone. For the first time, he only saw warmth and love. She returned to kissing him while her finger deftly undid his belt and pants, lowering them to the floor. Taking him by the hand, she gently led him over to the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket back and got in, laying on his side, fully expecting her to follow him. She paused for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest. She carefully slipped on strap, and then the other off her shoulder. She shrugged her shoulders, and the garment slipped off, pooling at her feel, revealing a pair of matching lace thong panties. Only then did she slink onto the mattress next to him.

Elliot figured he must be the luckiest guy in the world. She exuded sex. From every pore of her being. He reached for her and pulled her close to him. He kissed her at her neck before moving his way down her torso. She settled on her back and gave a contented sigh as he found her breasts. He lavished his attention on her right breast while his hand found her left. He suckled at her, eliciting soft moans from her. He teased her nipple to a hard peak before kissing it and moving over to her left breast. He repeated his ministrations as she wound her hands through his hair.

He continued to kiss down her torso, onto her stomach, pausing to give her naval a quick lick. She shuddered in response. He made his way lower to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, and paused to look up at her before slipping them off. Her face was free of anything except lust. He settled himself between her legs, lifting her legs over his shoulders. He parted her outer lips and gazed at her glistening center. He snaked his tongue out, methodically tasting all of her fluid. It was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and he doubted he could ever get enough of it. Her moans were already escalating and he had barely started. He pushed his tongue inside her, producing a gasp from her lips. Her hands pulled at the sheets next to her. His lips found the bundle of nerves at her core and clamped down around it. He pulled and licked and tugged at it while she writhed above him. He positioned one finger at her entrance and slipped it in. He thrust a few times before adding a second. He curled his fingers toward him, making direct contact with her G-spot. Her inner muscles clamped down on him, holding him still as her back arched clear off the bed. She cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure coarsed through her body. Her spasms eased into tremors, and he slowly moved his fingers, guiding her through her aftershocks. He got up and climbed back toward her. She reach out and slipped his boxers off.

"Liv, I want to be inside you." he said.

"Make love to me, El." she responded.

He climbed on top of her, and slipped into her. He slowly lowered himself until he filled her completely. He paused for a minute, allowing her to adjust. He slowly pulled back until just the head remained and pushed forward again. He took long, gentle strokes. She thrust forward with her hips, urging him to pick up the pace. They quickly fell into a perfect rhythm, their coupling as perfect as their partnership. Elliot felt his orgasm building. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

"Come with me, Liv." Elliot whispered. Olivia's breathing quickened. Her inner muscles clamped down around him as her face flushed and she cried out for the second time that night. The sight of her in the throes of orgasm was too much for Elliot, and he came, calling out her name, spilling into her. He thrust a few more times as he softened before slipping out and gathering her into his arms.

"That was incredible, Liv." he said. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, El." He searched her face, and for the first time since she left for Sealview, he believed her. Her face was content and peaceful as she began to drift off to sleep.

"I love you, Olivia Benson." he whispered.

"I love you too, Elliot Stabler." she whispered back before falling soundly asleep in his arms.

Thank you, God, for bringing her back to me, complete and whole. Watch over, protect her, seal her away from all harm. Amen. he prayed, as he drifted off to sleep, feeling completely whole with Olivia wrapped in his arms.

This is it. There is no more. Although, I'm always looking for story ideas! Please review; your feedback is always appreciated.