Thank you so much to all of my readers, and, as always, especially to those of you who have encouraged me with your feedback. This is my final chapter for this story, but I am working on the next one… Hope to have the first chapter up within the next few weeks. Enjoy!

She looked over at him as he climbed out of the cab and reached in to offer her his hand. He looked so handsome tonight, and happier than she'd ever remembered seeing him. He pulled her to him as she stepped out of the cab and placed a quick kiss on her nose before reaching down to take her hand. She knew in that moment she'd give herself to him tonight—fully and unconditionally.

Chapter 10

Consummation

The moment Olivia closed her door Elliot pulled her into his arms. He ran his fingers along the contours of her face, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. He touched his thumb to her lips, wondering at how full and kissable they always were. Looking deeply into her eyes he whispered, "I want to make love to you, Olivia." His voice was wistful as he continued. "I'd planned to wait—spend more time dating..." He hesitated, ducking his head in a rare show of shyness. Looking up he gave a self-conscious grin. "You know—more time wooing you—because you deserve that, Liv. But omigod, I want you so much. I want to show you everything I'm feeling for you— and I can't do that without making love to you."

Olivia lost herself in his eyes. She'd made her decision and she had no intention of denying him. Her yearning for him was so intense she no longer had a say over what her body would do. She reached up and gently touched his face. "I want you." Her voice was low—almost pleading... Her need visceral. She raised her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She kissed him slowly and longingly—and he sensed something had changed between them. When she pulled away her eyes were bright with unshed tears and she whispered, "I love you, Elliot."

They'd left a trail of clothing from the front door all the way into the bedroom, as though having made the decision to consummate their love, time was now of the essence. Olivia stood in his arms mere feet from the bed. The black dress was gone—left in a heap at the bedroom door. All that remained were her lacy bra and panties that served little purpose other than to tantalize him. Elliot fumbled as he tried to work the buttons on his shirt, so she pushed his hands away and took over the task herself. She'd already divested him of his pants and he'd kicked off his shoes and removed his socks and jacket at the door.

He gazed at her body, his eyes smoldering... But the look on his face was one of awe—and something close to reverence. "I swear to god, Olivia, I've never seen anything as beautiful as you." He moved his hands over her hips exploring her curves—sensing her through his fingertips. He continued his exploration, over her belly and up along her ribcage, causing her to quiver. He brought his hands to rest on her shoulders running his thumbs over her collarbone. The silky smooth texture and warm, golden glow of her skin reminded him of honey... He wondered if her nectar would be as sweet. Her long auburn hair was in sexy disarray having fallen from the clip that held it earlier… He brushed it gently from her face and lifted her chin until she looked into his eyes, momentarily forgetting her task. He pulled her to him and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly as he ran his hands over her shoulder blades and the contours of her back, searching for a bra clasp. She shivered as he maneuvered the hooks until they let go… He slid the straps off her shoulders, leaving them to hang down her arms.

Wrapping his hands in her hair he pulled her head back, exposing her lovely neck. For a moment he flashed to the many fantasies he'd had about this luscious part of her anatomy and bending down he lightly grazed his teeth along the tender flesh, stopping to kiss and nip, wetly running his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. She moaned and he sought her mouth to capture the sound. She pulled her lips away when she could no longer breathe and he gently placed his hands on her shoulders pushing her body from his—just enough to allow her bra to fall away from her voluptuous breasts. His intake of air was audible when he saw the reality of what until now he'd only imagined… Once again his fantasies had fallen short. He lifted the bra away dropping it to the floor and reverently reached to touch her. Her breasts were impossibly full—and firm. He brushed his thumbs lightly across her nipples watching them transform into tight buds before his eyes.

Olivia's need for him was overwhelming and she returned to the task of ridding him of his clothes. His shirt was finally unbuttoned and she impatiently peeled it down his arms pulling it from first one hand and then the other, leaving it to drop at their feet. She reached under his tee-shirt to lift it up and her breath caught as she felt his sculpted chest beneath her fingertips. She roved her hands over him, feeling his raw strength. Sinew and taut muscle rippled beneath her fingers as Elliot pulled the garment over his head and tossed it away.

Walking her backward toward the bed he reached down and pulled at the covers, lowering her until she was sitting on the edge. He started to slide his boxers off but she stopped his hands. Slipping her fingers under the waist band she drew them down, freeing him: He was big, as she'd known he would be—fully erect and engorged, causing her to wonder how she would accommodate him. Wrapping her hands around his tree-trunk thighs she pulled him to her, lowering her lips to place a warm kiss on the tip, making him groan… She drew him into her mouth drawing lazy circles with her tongue.

"Oh god, Liv, you gotta stop that, baby," he gasped, "or I'll be done before we start."

Olivia looked up at him, her big brown eyes indolent with desire. "I'm just getting acquainted, El," she purred with a wanton grin. She released him and pulled herself onto the bed, lying back against the pillows.

Elliot finished removing his boxers and kicked them out of the way as she scooted over, making room for him. He slipped in next to her taking her in his arms and pulling her over onto his chest, her full breasts searing his flesh, causing him to stutter. "H - Hey baby… We need to talk before we go any further," he said, brushing hair away from her face.

She raised her head, fixing him with a look of disbelief. "Are you serious, Stabler? Aah, god, you're killin' me…" she said with a husky groan. "And shouldn't that have been my line?"

He chuckled. "I don't mean relationship stuff, Liv," he said rolling his eyes. "But we do need to talk about protection - Okay…?" he asked tentatively.

"Oh—yeah. Okay. I'm on the pill, El..." She wasn't sure how to broach the rest of it. She tried to gauge his reaction as she continued. "And I was tested just a few months ago—for—you know—everything. I've only been with one partner since… He was tested, too," she whispered, avoiding Elliot's eyes.

She could feel his body tense and she closed her eyes against the discomfort of the moment. When she opened them again he was watching her. He tenderly stroked her cheek. "Okay… good. Do you trust him?"

"Yes—implicitly."

He swallowed hard, trying to bring his emotions in rein, struggling with the images of Haden's hands on her, his mouth, his… He forced himself to stop. "That's good enough for me. I was tested five months ago and I haven't had any partners since. Do you agree we don't need to use a condom…?"

Olivia pulled herself up onto her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him further into the pillow. "No condom," she said throatily as she straddled him. His surprise was quickly replaced by raw desire: Olivia sensuously caressed one of her breasts, bringing the nipple to a rosy peak. Leaning forward she brought it to his mouth and he took it hungrily. He suckled gently, flicking the tight bud with his tongue until she was squirming. She rocked back against his solid erection and he could feel her wetness through her panties.

He reached up wrapping his arms around her and quickly flipped her so she was under him. Grasping her panties at the waist he tore them from her body in one quick motion causing her to gasp in surprise. Before she could recover he slipped a finger inside her and she panted as her body responded. "Oh, El," she moaned. He inserted a second finger and her moan deepened. As he moved his fingers she bucked against his hand.

"My god, Olivia, you're wet—and sooo tight. You're really close aren't you, baby…"

"Mmm..." she moaned. "I want you in me, El… Now—please? I need you, Elliot." She ground against his fingers and trapped his hand with her thighs. "Please don't make me wait, El," she whimpered.

He'd never seen anythingso hot… so sexy, in his life. The fact that it was Olivia, his tough-as-nails ex-partner—who never relinquished her control—writhing beneath him completely submissive and begging him to take her—nearly made him lose it.

"I don't wanna hurt you, Liv… I'm just gonna go slow at first, okay, baby…?"

She was beyond the ability to use words but gave a nod. Elliot positioned himself above her, supporting his weight with one arm. She opened her thighs making room for his hips and brought her legs up wrapping them around his lower back. He arranged himself at her warm, wet core and ever so slowly pushed inside her... At her sharp intake of breath he stopped—concern on his face.

"Its okay, Elliot, its good," she gasped. "Please don't stop—please. Just go slow." She arched into him as he pushed deeper and started to move inside her. "Oh fuck, El… It feels sooo good," she moaned as she moved her hips to match his rhythm.

Elliot was pretty sure there was nothing this side of heaven that could feel this good: He honestly didn't know a woman could be so tight. The pleasure she was giving him was mind-shattering and he knew he wouldn't last long. He looked down at her beautiful face. Her head was thrown back—her eyes closed and her lips parted— she panted each time he drove into her. He bent down and claimed her sexy neck with his hot mouth, branding her as his own as he thrust deeper into her with each stroke. He was so close but he wanted her to come first… He wanted to watch her face as she went over the edge. Her moans were continual now—her utterances unintelligible except for his name, which had become a chant—almost a prayer.

Olivia was ready to come and she was sure there wasn't another man on the planet who could bring her to this place—she'd never come with a man inside her. She'd never established that level of intimacy—never made herself that vulnerable or trusted any man that implicitly. But Elliot had filled her in so many ways for so long… He filled her thoughts, her senses, her heart and her soul. Now he was filling her body and the pleasure was almost excruciating—beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

Elliot knew it was time to give her the sweet release she desperately needed. He reached between them, rubbing his finger over her swollen clit. "Come for me, baby," he whispered. He watched her face as her body arched and her walls tightened, her nails raking over his back. Her scream was guttural and she thrashed her head from side to side. He crushed his mouth to hers, muffling her cries as she plummeted over the precipice, taking him with her. His body shuddered—her name coming from somewhere deep within and he realized she was now quieting him—absorbing his cries with her soft mouth, while he spilled into her.

As the strong spasms subsided Elliot regained his control. He didn't want his connection to Olivia to be broken... He remained inside her pressing his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly. She returned his kiss with a fervency that surprised him. She pulled away for a moment and took his face in her hands. "I love you Elliot—I love you—I've loved you for so long—oh god, how I love you," she murmured over and over, continuing to kiss him. He touched her face and found it wet with tears. Sliding out of her he rolled over and gently gathered her in his arms. He buried his face in her hair, shushing her softly.

"Why the tears, baby... Are you okay?" he asked, wiping them with his thumb.

"Hmm hmm," she mumbled, nodding her head 'yes' as she tightened her hold on him.

"Why are you cryin', Liv...? Did I hurt you baby?"

"Oh god, El, no—it was wonderful! So—so powerful..." She lay quietly in his arms for a moment. Reaching up she kissed him again, but this time her kiss was deep and lingering and when she pulled away she rested her hand on his face and looked into his eyes. "Thank you, El—that was a first for me," she whispered. "I've never had an orgasm like that before—not with my lover inside me," she said quietly, her brown eyes luminous as she reached up and touched his face. "…you're the only man who's ever been able to do that for me, Elliot. I've never felt this connected to anyone in my life, El, and it's—just powerful."

Elliot couldn't speak for the emotion that flooded him. He had no words to respond to her revelation so he just held her tenderly and watched as her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep. She was right... It was powerful! It was staggering to him: He certainly knew she'd been with other men and he had no issue with it—she was, after all, an unmarried, savvy, beautiful woman of the 21st century. Well, maybe, truthfully, he did have a problem with it—in all honesty he didn't handle it well at all. He didn't ever want to think about another man anywhere near her. But that was just because he was crazy in love with her and territorial as hell... It was no reflection on her. He was a little self-conscious though: She was more experienced and sophisticated than he—in this department at least—since he'd only been with Kathy. The knowledge that she'd found something in his arms that she'd never found with another man was mind-blowing and humbling and exciting and—hell, yeah... It was powerful!

Elliot opened his eyes, momentarily confused—until he looked down at the sleeping vision in his arms. His face transformed as a smile claimed it, and he lay there for a moment just breathing her in: reveling in the feel of her; catching the light musk of her perfume, mixing with the heady scent of their sex. Other than the births of his children and the joy they'd brought him, he couldn't recall a single thing that had ever made him this happy. He watched her sleep, marveling at her beauty… The loveliest packaging he'd ever seen encompassed a soul of fire and passion, and a heart of compassion and courage—she just took his breath away. For the life of him, he couldn't fathom what had taken him so long to come to his senses and fight to make her his own.

Olivia stirred in his arms. She looked up at him from under the fringe of her lashes, her brown eyes dark with desire. She shifted until she was laying across his chest, her breasts full and warm against him, pressing her face into his neck. She brushed her lips lightly along his clavicle and trailed warm wet kisses up the side of his neck, stopping to nip and suck at his earlobe.

Elliot groaned and quickly flipped them, so he was laying over her. Carefully balancing his weight, he gently pressed his lips to hers, his tongue seeking entrance... His kiss was long and languorous, and she moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

When they finally yielded to the need to breathe, he slowly pulled away, looking deeply into her eyes. "God… Liv, you are so lovely. I look at you and I can't believe you want to be with me... You could be with any man you want—you're that beautiful, Olivia."

"You're the only man I want, El..." Her sultry tone sent delicious shivers skittering up his spine. "…and I've wanted you for a damn long time," she drawled, drawing out the words, and smiling into his blue eyes. "You know—for an old man, you're kinda easy on the eyes yourself," she said with a teasing grin. "I've watched women check you out... One look at those baby blues, with all that brooding intensity—and they're reduced to puddles. God help 'em if they ever got a peek at the glorious physique you keep hidden under those button-down shirts."

Elliot's grin stretched across his face as he listened to Olivia. "Really..? And is that how I affect you...? He smirked, as he brushed a wisp of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"Nah... I've spent too many years by your side to be affected any more," she taunted.

"You sure...?" Elliot lowered his body closer to hers, rubbing his pecs lazily over her breasts, as he looked into her eyes. "You're sure I don't have any affect on you...?"

"No-o, un-huh, none a-t all," she gasped, her brown eyes almost black with desire.

"None at all…?" he queried, as he lowered his mouth to her neck. He nipped lightly, slowly running his warm tongue up to her ear. "You sure…?" he whispered hotly, causing her to squirm beneath him.

"No-ooo," she moaned, shaking her head. She could feel him harden against her, and she melted, wetness pooling between her legs.

Shifting his balance, he reached for her breasts. He placed a kiss on each one and lowered his body closer, rubbing his pecs over her nipples, creating friction… causing them to peak into tight buds. Olivia's breath caught and her body arched. "If you're absolutely certain I no longer have any affect on you, I guess we might as well just go back to sleep," he mocked, as he started to pull away.

Olivia had passed the point of no return. "Elliot, please don't tease me... I need you—now!"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure we established that I have no affect on…"

He never finished the sentence... Olivia pushed him off her, flipped him onto his back, and straddled him. Her hand was firm on his hardened shaft as she guided it to her entrance, and before he fully comprehended what was happening, he was buried deep inside her, her warmth enveloping him and her walls holding him tight. She gave him such a rush he grew light-headed and it took him a moment to catch up to speed. Her knees gripped him tightly and she rested her hands on his thighs for balance… With her head thrown back and her eyes half-closed, she ground into him, taking him impossibly deeper with each thrust of her hips. Soft, sexy sounds came from her throat as she rode him, her breasts bouncing gently to the rhythm of her movements.

"Goddamn, Liv," he moaned, regaining his equilibrium and slowly moving with her. "Ooh, baby, you're sooo fu-u-cking hot," he gasped, as she tightened around him. He didn't want this to end—he could lie here and watch her forever—but with the grip she had on his pulsing cock, he wasn't going to last much longer… and she was even closer. She was clearly going to have this her way and take what she wanted.

The woman was going to be the death of him, he thought. He knew one thing for certain: Nothing and no one had ever turned him on as much as Olivia Benson… If he'd had any idea how goddamn hot and sexy she was in the bedroom, he'd never have been able to stay away from her as long as he had. He groaned, as she moved over his shaft with increasing urgency. He needed to have some contact—to feel her honeyed skin… Reaching up, he placed his hands on her hips.

Losing no momentum, Olivia shifted her position, bracing herself on his shoulders, the new position causing him to hit a different spot deep inside her. She groaned loudly and lowered her body, until her breasts were lightly brushing his chest and her mouth was inches from his. "I ne-ed you, El-li-ot…" Her words were drawn out by the motion of their bodies. "You make me need you so-oo much, El," she groaned. She lowered her lips to claim his mouth, searing him with her tongue and taking his breath away. She pulled away, her eyes heavy-lidded as she looked into his… "Make me come, El…" she pleaded.

"Oh, baby… I'll make you come," he whispered, caressing her hips and running his hands up her back, bringing them to rest in her hair. He kissed her soft mouth and moved his hands back down to her hips, pulling her close.

Holding her to him, Elliot braced his feet on the bed and lifted his hips, thrusting ever deeper into her. Reaching one hand between them, he sought her clit, swiping his finger over it until he could feel her walls tighten and pulse as she reached her peak. He could feel her arch into him, her head thrown back, as her orgasm tore through her with an intensity she'd never experienced, his name ripping from her throat. Elliot pressed his mouth to hers to quiet the sound, hoping they hadn't woken neighbors.

Olivia lay in his arms for a moment as she recovered. Slowly pushing herself up, she rested her hands on his chest, looking down at his half-closed eyes. "I love you, Elliot," she whispered, as she tightened around him one more time, slowly grinding her hips into his. He opened his eyes and held her gaze as he started matching her movements. She gripped him tightly within her soft depths, squeezing until he was sure he would pop out… He thrust deeper, looking up into the brown eyes that still held his. Reaching up he touched her breasts and ran his hands down her sides, bringing them to rest on her hips… anchoring her to him. She brought her face closer to his. "Come for me, El," she commanded, her voice low and husky—the look in her eyes, raw sex.

It was all that he needed… "God, Olivia," he groaned, louder than he had any ability to control. Elliot's orgasm exploded through him, and he thought the top of his head might come off, too. His hot seed shot into her, coming in waves that seemed to go on forever. He was aware he was shouting her name, but he no longer cared about the neighbors—just this moment. When the strong spasms subsided, Olivia didn't want to break her connection to him… She lowered herself to his chest, holding him inside her, and brought her lips to his. Kissing him sweetly, she murmured, "I love you."

They lay in each other's arms, completely sated—too exhausted to move—barely capable of coherent thought. After several minutes, Olivia finally found the strength to move. As she pulled away he slid out of her and she settled beside him.

Elliot opened his eyes and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her as though he might never let her go. "I love you, Olivia—more than I can ever express, baby." He placed kisses in her hair and held her close.

Olivia loved the feeling of his arms around her. She was tired and would have loved to drift off to sleep while he held her… But there were things she needed to say, so she fought the urge a little longer. "Elliot…?"

"Hmm… What, Liv? he mumbled sleepily.

"This is real, isn't it," she whispered. "I mean—this is a relationship… This isn't just for a little while, is it," she stated.

Elliot shifted—just enough to see her eyes. "This is real, Olivia—so real… This is forever for me, baby," he said fervently, hoping it wouldn't make her panic and want to run.

Instead, she held him tighter. "Okay then, I wanna make sure I don't do anything to screw it up, Elliot—because I love you. I didn't know it could be like this…" She lay in his arms for a moment longer, and then shifted onto her back. "El, you know how you said we need to be honest with each other—no more secrets…?"

Dread twisted his insides, but he answered her calmly, not knowing if he wanted to hear what she was going to say. "Yeah… go on."

"I need to tell you something, El…" She could feel his body tense beside her, and questioned her wisdom in continuing... but chose to forge ahead. "When I met with David, he asked if he could kiss me one more time... So our last memory wouldn't be—you know—of him forcing me." She could feel Elliot pull away, and she rolled toward him, placing her arm over him and pulling him forcibly back to her. "Elliot, I love you—not him. I'm here—with you… This is where I want to be. But we both needed closure—and I didn't need to carry one more horrible image in my head… Sealview is enough." She could feel him start to relax, so she continued. "It felt better for me afterwards, El… It was 'good-bye' – It was the closure I needed." She waited for him to say something, and when he didn't, she spoke again, her voice low. "Elliot, you said you wanted honesty in this relationship…"

"I do, Liv… You don't know what it means to me that you told me this, Olivia. Thank you." He reached down and took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "It doesn't mean I have to like it… I understand it—I really do. And I'm glad that it helped you, Liv." He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her tenderly. "But I am never going to be okay when I think about you in another man's arms, baby, and you'll just have to accept that. I was just trying to get the picture out of my head before I could speak…Okay?"

"Yeah… okay," she said softly. "Thank you, El." He pulled her to him, burying his face in her hair, and she snuggled closer. After a few moments, she looked up at him one more time... "This is a whole new beginning for us," she whispered with a smile. Dropping her head onto his chest, she drifted off to sleep.

The End (for now)