A/N: The first in a New Years Eve series, it will be short lived, as there are only six days until then!

DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. The story you are about to read belongs to Tstabler©

The alarm went off at five, the way it always did, only this time, two hands shot out to stop the buzzing. Her hand landed first, his slammed down on top of it, and they both let their hands still in the moment.

Her eyes opened and she looked at their hands, his cupping over hers, and she spread her fingers just a bit, allowing his to slide between them. She squeezed them, and he sighed into her ear.

"Happy New Year," he murmured, slipping his other hand over her bare, toned stomach.

She chuckled. "Is that today?" she asked, teasing.

"If not, we had one hell of a party for no reason last night," he laughed. He kissed her shoulder. He slid his hand further around her waist, slowly moving toward the spot between her legs that he knew was still slick.

She moaned when his fingers slipped into her, turning her body toward his. She moved their joined hands from the top of the alarm clock, down to the bed. "El," she whispered.

His answer was a kiss, long and deep, as his fingers continued to explore her depths, pushing and pulling, twisting and flicking, lavishing her with attention.

She squeezed his hand again, turning further into him, as the memory of last night filtered through her mind::

They walked into the hall together, but angry. They were fighting, but she couldn't remember why. It had something to do with his ex-wife and a date he had not showing up. Yes. That was it. He had a date, and when she didn't show, he called her. She was a backup plan, as always. She was annoyed.

It took all of two drinks for her to get tipsy, and three for her to be drunk, but she was pounding them back, shooting him evil, tormenting glances.

The music was loud, and he watched her dance with every single detective in the entire precinct, even some of the lab technicians and rookie cops got to twirl her around the floor at least once, and she never stopped glaring at him.

He walked up to her between songs, grabbed her hand. "Enough, all right?" he hissed.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, looking innocent.

"You came with me," he said, "Dance with me."

She nodded, and made this one dance with him sensual, seductive, moving against him flirting and punishing at once. She met his eyes as she lifted another glass to her lips.

He wanted her, in the worst way, but not if she wasn't going to be sober for it, so he'd pulled her into an empty room. "Liv," he had said, ripping the drink out of her hands, "What are you doing? You never drink like this, what…"

"And you don't date, didn't stop you from breaking the rules tonight," she interrupted. She knew she sounded jealous, but she didn't care. She was hurt.

He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "I lied," he admitted. "I didn't have a date, Liv, I just…I didn't know if you did, so…"

"Wait," she said, holding up a hand. "You lied to me? You thought the only way to get me to come with you was if I thought I was doing you a favor?"

He shook his head. "No, no," he said with another sigh. He grabbed her hands. "Listen to me, okay? I…I didn't know how you'd react to me asking you here…as if it was a real date…I didn't want to face the rejection, or the jokes, or…look, the point is, I never had a date, I just didn't know how to ask you, all right?"

She looked at him for a moment, expressionless, then she smirked, then she laughed, and then she was full on hysterical.

"What…what's so funny?" he asked, nervous. "See, this is why I didn't…"

"You asshole," she interrupted again, chuckling. "You made me think I was a last resort, you only wanted to be with me when you had no one else, you…you son of a bitch." She sounded mad but she was laughing.

He raised an eyebrow. "I never meant to…will you please, stop laughing?"

She took a deep breath, calming down, and she looked at him. "You could have just asked me, El. You have to know…you know how I feel, don't you?"

He shook his head. "I don't," he said. "That's why I couldn't…I didn't want…"

She stopped his words with a kiss. Soft and gentle, her lips swept over his, and she felt his hands cupping her face instantly. She pulled away slowly, looked into his eyes, and placed her hands over his. "That's how I feel. And no, I'm not drunk."

He laughed. "Good," he said, "Because I really needed to do this tonight, and I needed you sober." He licked his lips once, and then moved in for a second kiss. He had something to prove to her, and he didn't have much time to prove it. "I love you," he whispered, barely audible, as he kissed her up against the wall.

She gasped, gripping his hands tighter, and she whispered back, "I love you, too," just as quietly, just as afraid to say it as he was. "We can't…"

"We can," he said softly. "Tonight, we can. I want this, Liv. I want you."

She was silent, terrified. As he pressed his lips to hers once more. "I…El, I…"

He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Midnight," he told her. "If you kiss me, at midnight, I'll know this is what you want. It's on you, Liv. I know you're scared, but…I've already made my move." He kissed her quickly, then walked away.

She blinked, she shook her head trying to determine if that had really happened. She stayed in the hidden hallway for almost half an hour, thinking, wondering if being with him was worth risking everything she had.

Once she'd decided, she followed in his footsteps, moving back out into the ballroom. She was moving toward him, not willing to wait until midnight, but she was stopped by a detective she'd danced with before, who apparently thought she was still tipsy and would do it again. She politely declined and headed for Elliot.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen," the DJ yelled, "It's about that time, so fine the one you want to ring in the new year with, get close, and pucker up because that ball is about to drop.

Olivia scanned the crowd, the mass of people lining up at the windows to watch the ball outside fall, trying to find him. She saw a blonde woman, a detective from the Technical Response Unit, standing beside him, her hand on his arm, and she felt the jealously surge through her again. She marched over and linked arms with Elliot, smiling at him. "I have been looking for you everywhere," she said. "Hello, Diane."

"Oh," the blonde said, backing up. "Hello, Olivia."

Elliot smirked at Olivia's jealous expression, and he said, "Yeah, uh, you found me."

She nodded at him, and out of the corner of her eye she watched Diane walk away. The crowd began to chant, the ball was dropping. "What were you talking about?" she asked.

He smirked. "You, actually," he said. "She wanted to know if I was seeing anyone."

She nodded again, cleared her throat and heard the group of friends and colleagues counting down, and before they'd even reached three, her lips were on his. He sighed in relief, gripping the sides of her face, pulling her closer. She pulled away from him a bit, looking into his eyes. "You are," she said.

Munch, a detective in their unit, walked over with two glasses of champagne. "You two look like you've had enough of this already, but Chief Montano's making a toast," he said.

"Totally sober," Olivia said, turning to him. "Trust me, Munch. I know what I'm doing."

Munch raised and lowered his eyebrows. Then he raised his glass to them as the chief's speech went unheard. "Happy New Year, you two," he said, swigging it back.

Elliot clinked his glass with Olivia's and sipped. "Definitely, man," he said, looking at Munch before kissing Olivia again.

A few more drinks, a few more dances, and they were gone. They made it back to her apartment somehow, they'd probably taken a cab. They made it into bed, where they sobered up quickly and made the most of the rest of the night, feasting on each other in ways they'd only imagined.

They'd fallen asleep after their third or fourth romp, and they'd awakened in each other's arms::

That's where they were now, laying in bed together, and Elliot clearly still only had one thing on his mind.

She gripped his hand tightly, arching her back and rolling her hips in time with the movement of his hands, and she felt herself clamping around his fingers.

He moaned against her lips, having continued the most passionate of kisses for as long as her flashback had lasted, and he swiped his thumb over her clit. "Cum for me, baby," he whispered.

She bit his bottom lip, moaning lightly, as she finally let go, giving him what he so greatly wanted. "El," she groaned, her head lolling to the side.

He chuckled, slowly removing his fingers from her. He brought them to his mouth, licking and sucking each one clean, and then he kissed her again. "I love you," he whispered, nuzzling her nose.

"I love you, too, El," she whispered back, her eyes opened and looking into his. "You think we're gonna be okay at work?"
He chuckled. "I really don't care," he said. "I've got you, I've made a resolution and I intend to keep it."

"What resolution?" she asked, her breathing still labored as she rolled onto him.

He moaned, closing his eyes slowly when she slid herself onto him. "God, baby," he grunted. "You know."

"No, I don't," she said, rocking her hips, seething in slight discomfort since she was still adjusting to his size. "Tell me."

He groaned again, kissed her, and whispered, "I told you last night. My resolution this year is to make this work. No matter what. You and the kids come before everything, that includes my job."

She smirked, moving slowly, making his eyes roll. "Good," she said with a nod. She bent over and kissed him as she moved faster, and whispered, "By the way, Happy New Year to you, too."

He laughed and rolled them over, taking his first steps to keeping his resolution.

A/N: Next: New Year's Eve…not in New York? What could possibly happen?