A/N: Totally different from my norm. My first Affair!Fic, but it won't stay one for too long.

DISCLAIMER: SVU and its Characters belong to Dick Wolf. Storyline and dialogue, and original characters, belong to TStabler©

She woke up with a pounding headache. The light coming in from the window, although it was only the moon and a few neon signs, was intensely bright and hurt her eyes. She didn't know what hell she had to drink last night and she was quite sure she didn't want to know. It was only when she tried to move that the ripping pain in her lower abs began to throb and she yelped. She had sex last night. A lot of it. And it was phenomenal. That's when she felt the man beside her move, heard him moan, and felt his hand snake around her waist and up her body. "You okay?" he whispered, laying a kiss on her neck.

"Uh, yeah. I just, um...have a headache," she said, refusing to turn around. If she didn't look at him then it didn't happen. If she didn't acknowledge his presence, then he wasn't really there. If she didn't enjoy the feeling of being in his arms, then maybe, just maybe she didn't become the two things she refused to become. The two things she promised, she swore, she never would: her mother, and the other woman. She took a deep breath and remembered that two things made an affair an affair, and if you left one of those things out, then it wasn't really an affair. They were not having an affair. So far, they were just having sex. Incredible, earth-shattering, mind-blowing sex.

"A headache," he said. "Come here." He sat up and pulled her back, so she was lying on top of him, and he ran his hands up to her temples and rubbed, slowly, in little circles. "You knocked back a few last night, baby."

Baby? Okay, sure, they flirted, a lot, over the past eight years. They made out a little on Thursday nights, every Thursday night for the last six months, when he came over with Chinese food and a movie, and fine, they had a ton of really great sex last night, but did that merit him calling her 'baby'? She tried to open her mouth and actually voice these concerns, but all that came out was a very satisfied moan, and then she mentally called herself a dumbass.

"Feel good?" he asked.

She nodded, finding herself relaxing into him, her body seeming to conform around his. They were officially snuggling. Since when do they snuggle? "El?" She congratulated herself on forming a word.

"Yeah, baby?" he replied, still rubbing away her headache.

She rolled over and, against her better judgment, allowed herself to be cuddled with as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tighter to him. The words were about to fly out of her mouth, she was going to say three tiny words that would make this a real affair, but she changed her mind. She decided on a much more cheerful, "You're wife's gonna fucking kill you."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "At least I'll die happy."

They planned it perfectly. He arrived ten minutes before she did. She came in with the coffee. It was business as usual. No one suspected a damn thing. Until Munch opened his mouth.

"Um, that's a pretty interesting hickey, Benson. What is that, a heart?" Munch said, turning his head to the side. "Why is it upside down?"

Her hand shot up to her neck and she pulled the collar of her shirt up and took her hair out of the clip it had been in. "Uh, what?"

"Leave the girl alone, Munch. She's young, hot and entitled to a life. I'm surprised she's even single," Fin said. "Must be some guy, Baby-Girl. He ever hurts you, you know you got three cops who are gonna kick his ass."

"Thanks, Fin." She smiled. "But, it's two," she said softly as she sat in her chair. Elliot looked at her with a furrowed brow, unsure of what she meant by that. She caught his eyes and looked away, hoping the flicker of heartache wasn't noticeable. "Can't kick your own ass, El," she said, so only he could hear her. He chuckled, but wasn't sure if she meant he was hurting her.

"Liv," he began, but he was interrupted by Cragen's voice. "Benson, Munch, we got a one-thirty in progress, Fifty-First and Ninth. Run. Stabler, your wife is here and she's pissed."

Olivia and Munch ran out of the bullpen, right past Kathy who glared at Olivia. Elliot walked over to her and tried to smile. "Kathy, what, uh, what are you doing here?"

"You didn't come home last night," she said, shouting in a whisper. "I called here, all night, and no one answered. You wouldn't pick up your cell. You were with her weren't you?"

"Jesus, Kathy," he squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "We were working on a case. Going over files. We have to testify in two days." It was the truth. That's what they were doing. Until he had the sudden urge to strip her naked and fuck her senseless. If you asked him, he'd tell you it was the best decision he ever made.

"Why didn't you call? Or come home when you were done, huh?" She crossed her arms, tapped her foot and narrowed her eyes. She looked like his mother. That was why he hated her.

"Kathy, I didn't call because we were busy, and then I didn't want to wake you up. I didn't come home, because by the time we got through half of the files it was close to four in the fucking morning." Or, by the time they were finished fucking for the fourth time it was close to the morning. Anyway, all the right words were there.

Kathy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Elliot. I expect you home at a decent hour tonight. The couch needs you to keep it warm," she snapped as she turned on her heels and stormed out.

He stepped back into the bullpen in time to hear Cragen yell. "No, Fin, I'm going. You stay here. Field calls. Elliot! Let's go," he barked.

"Go where?" he asked as he grabbed his jacket.

"Mercy General. We're meeting Munch there," Cragen spat as they ran toward his car.

Elliot got in the passenger seat and snapped his seatbelt over his chest. "We got a new vic? Is Liv riding with them?"

Cragen sighed as he put the car into drive and peeled out. "No, Elliot. Olivia's been shot." Elliot stopped thinking, he stopped listening, he stopped breathing. He felt like he was dying.

Elliot ran into the Emergency Room and scanned the area. When he found the person he was looking for he pounced. "What the hell, man? You were supposed to protect her! What the hell were you doing?" he yelled, grabbing Munch by the collar.

Cragen pulled Elliot off of Munch and forced him to take a deep breath."Elliot, calm down."

"What happened, Munch?" he yelled from behind Cragen.

"Jesus, Stabler," Munch yelled. "I don't know, damn it. I was the one the guy was aiming at, I had my gun on him, but I froze. Olivia shot him, twice, but on his way down, he moved and pulled the trigger," he said. "He shot her. I don't know what happened."

"Excuse me, have any of you heard anything yet? About Olivia?" They all looked at the man who had approached them as if he was crazy. "I mean, I'm concerned."

Elliot scoffed. "Trevor, why do you care. You know nobody in this unit can stand you."

"Well, Olivia and I were supposed to go to dinner and a show tonight, so I think she can. I do care about her and I would like to find out how she is," the usually cocky lawyer declared. Elliot's heart broke in two. He was about to punch the smug son of a bitch when they heard a door creak behind them.

The doctor came out of the double doors and yelled, "Benson? Family of Olivia Benson?"

Cragen looked at Elliot. "You go. You're listed as her next of kin." Elliot ran over to the doctor and tried to hide his nerves. "Yeah? Is she okay?"

"I think she'll be just fine. Did she hit her head?" The doctor asked.

Elliot looked back at Munch. "Yo, Munch, did Liv hit her head?"

"Not hard, no," Munch said with a shrug. Elliot looked back at the doctor. "Why?" he asked.

"Well, she's very angry and she tried to bite one of the orderlies," the doctor said scratching his head.

Elliot laughed. "No, she's fine. She just hates hospitals. Can I see her?" The doctor nodded and he led Elliot through the doors to Olivia's curtained off section. "Liv?" She turned her head and her eyes lit up when she saw him. "Hey," she said.

He ran to her and pulled her into a gentle hug. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should have been there. I'm your partner," he said, stroking her hair. "If Kathy hadn't..."

"El, don't. He had a gun, I shot him, he pulled the trigger when he fell, I got a hard hit to the shoulder. I'm fine. Doctor said it's barely a flesh wound." She looked up and smirked. "Quit calling me 'baby'."

"No, Liv. You're my baby," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughed. "I am?"

"Yes. I've thought of you as my baby for about eight years. You have been my baby for six months, a week and three days. You became a hell of a lot more than just my baby last night," he said, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "Hey, why the hell were you going out with Langan tonight?"

She looked at him, both eyebrows raised and her jaw almost on the floor. "Um, he asked me out, El. Two weeks ago."

Elliot looked very surprised by her reason. "But, it's Langan, Liv. You hate him. And, like I said, you're mine. I don't want you going out with him, or anyone else for that matter."

Olivia narrowed her eyes and bit her lip. "So, you can be married but I can't go on a date?"

Elliot hung his head. "Liv, I was married before we even met, and before we started...whatever this is, and I need to..."

She interrupted him. "What, exactly, is this Elliot, now that you've brought it up? Because, this isn't an affair. There's one thing keeping this from being an affair, and damn it, El, I refuse to be your affair."

"I don't know what this is, Liv. But, I know that as soon as I'm sure I can do so without jeopardizing my chances of getting the kids, I'm leaving Kathy. And I know," he stopped, he took a deep breath and he looked into her eyes. "I know that I'm in love with you."

"Fuck," she cried, slamming her head back into her pillow.

Elliot squeezed her hand. "What, Liv? Don't you....you don't love me?"

"Elliot, you ass," she spat. She looked at him and smirked. "Of course, I love you. I'm fucking in love with you." She squeezed the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "Now, it's an affair."

A/N: Hmm....what do you think?