A/N: A very late Halloween finale...

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and all related characters. TStabler owns the following story.

Olivia looked at Elliot as she locked her apartment door behind her. "Are you sure the kids are gonna be..."

"They're gonna be fine," he assured her. "They had a great time with us at the party, they wore themselves out, I'm sure they're all asleep by now." He grinned at Olivia as he wrapped his arms around her. "Ya know, there's one Stabler who still hasn't gotten his Halloween treat yet."

She pursed her lips and held in a chuckle. "What if I don't think you've been a good boy?"

He nipped at her lips and made a soft grunting sound. "Bedroom," he whispered, "Now."

"Oh, now you're definitely in trouble." She bit her lip and gave him a narrow-eyed smirk. She took his hands and pulled him backward toward the bedroom.

Once there, he gave her a soft shove onto the bed, then pulled off his shirt. He tossed it into a corner and gazed down at her as he crawled over her. "Trick or treat," he teased, letting his tongue swipe over her lips as he pulled her dress up her body.

She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering shut, and arched her back and raised her arms to let him pull it completely off of her.

He threw it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed, and smoothed his hands sown her now-bare shoulders. "Give me something good to eat..." he sang softly, his fingertips teasing their way down to her black satin panties.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked, then yelped as he twisted and pulled, tearing them from her skin. "Damn," she seethed, her head dropping back. "How many times are you..."

He pressed a finger over her mouth and hushed her, then scooted further down toward the foot of her bed, lowering his head with a gleam in his eyes.

Once she felt his tongue move over her sensitive skin, she moaned his name and fell flat on the mattress. Her hands wound in his hair and gripped the back of his head, holding him in place. As if he would leave.

He chuckled, a bit of wet flesh in his mouth, as he looked upward at her. He moaned, pulling on the flushed bit of her, then let her go before licking his lips and flicking his tongue over and over again, directly on her clit.

Her nails dug into his scalp as she moaned his name louder, and her knees bent, her les moving up.

He made a noise of rebuttal, then slapped both of hands over her inner thighs, spreading them further apart. "No ya don't," he hissed at her before licking in long strokes up her slit.

"Christ, Elliot," she growled, one hand slipping down to clutch his shoulder. Her body began to shake just as he stopped. Her head shot up and her eyes widened.

"Relax, kitten," he laughed, shoving his pants down and kicking them away as fast as he could. He slinked up her body, kissing his way along, dipping his tongue in her navel on the journey. He crooked a finger under the strap of her bra and pulled down, his lips wrapping around a nipple as it the air.

Moaning, she dropped her head back again, and her hips bucked up into him.

"Shit," he groaned, rolling his own eyes as he felt her wetness slide along his thick length as she moved. "That all for me?" he winked at her as he finally got her bra all the way off and dropped it over the edge of the bed.

She smiled up at him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. She arched into him again and whimpered, almost begging.

He held his breath, the way he always did, and kissed her back deeply as he thrust, burying himself inside of her.

Moving in a slow rhythm, they kissed and let their hands roam, both still unable to believe they were finally together, finally able to be this close, to be this intimate.

When he picked up speed, he hit into her harder, and their voices grew louder with every moan and cry. Her nails clawed at his back, his fists balled in the sheets under the pillow beneath her head, and they met each other thrust for frantically desperate thrust.

"Baby," he panted three times in a row, biting her lip and pulling. "God, Liv," it came out like a grunt.

She knew what he was trying to tell her, and she was more than ready. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled, forcing him deeper, making them both cry out louder than before. "El," she whispered, kissing him, "El, please..."

He crashed his lips over hers and moved one of his hands from behind her to between them, and he worked it down to her clit, pinching a bit as he slammed even harder into her.

"Oh, my God," she moaned, shaking underneath him. And with another stroke of her swollen nub and three more powerful thrusts, she was burning from toe to nose and her body trembled.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, his jaw clenched as he pistoned through her clenching, making sure she rode it out before he let go. When she twitched, he dropped his forehead to hers and felt himself tense, and then he was gone. His vision blurred, his legs ached, and he fired hotly into her as he unconsciously kept thrusting.

She kissed him, slowly, deeply, her fingertips trailing lightly up and down his back as they stilled, matched heavy breathing and synchronized trembles.

He tried to gather his breath and his thoughts as he pulled away from her. "I don't tell you enough how much I..."

"El," she said, mimicking his earlier action of pressing a finger to his lips to earn his silence. "You don't have to tell me," she whispered. "I know. I've always known."

He kissed the pad of her fingertip before pulling her hand away from his face and entwining their fingers. "I love you," he told her. "Not something I have to say, no, but something I love saying. To you."

She smiled against his lips as he kissed her again and basked in the warmth of his body pressed tightly to hers, and as the wind howled through the trees outside her window, she melted like Halloween chocolate in his arms. With another soft kiss, she pulled back for a moment, only to breathe and say a soft, "I love you, too."

A/N: I had to end the Halloween fics with something sweet, right?