A/N: Happy Halloween! From now until the 31st, a series of one-shots!

DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf own SVU and the characters; TStabler© owns the story you're about to read.

"Elliot," Olivia sighed, running a hand down her face as she walked to the door, "Please, tell me we aren't doing what I think we're doing."

Elliot turned the knob, instantly bombarded with the loud, pumping bass of the music. "I haven't even met him, Liv!" he shouted to her as they walked into the room, disregarding the grinding teenagers around them. "She won't even let me stay in the room when she's on the phone with him."

"So showing up at a party to spy on her, that's your solution?" she asked, taking a red, plastic cup off of a tray that someone offered her. She looked at the drink, it was bright green, bubbling and smoking. She sniffed it. "That's a little beyond…"

He looked at her. "She's my daughter," he said, glaring at her.

She rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her drink, following it with a cough and a shocked expression. "Wow!" she gasped.

"What?" he asked.

She handed him her cup, letting the heavily spiked punch speak for itself. "Okay," he said, grimacing. "We gotta find Maureen."

"El," she said, taking another sip of the juice, "I understand you don't trust her boyfriend, but did we have to do this right after Cragen's retirement dinner? I really wanna get out of this getup, I feel ridiculous."

He chuckled as he took her hand and pulled her through the room, his eyes open and searching for his daughter. "You look hot in that thing, you always have. Besides, it's a Halloween party. People will just think we're in costume, Liv. We fit right in."

She downed the rest of the punch and dropped her empty cup into an overfilled trash can. "That's the problem," she mumbled, licking her lips.

"Do you see her?" he asked, starting to panic.

She looked, but couldn't see, her vision already blurring from that one, single, drink. "No," she said, smirking as she pulled back on his hand and latched her other palm to his uniform belt. "But I see you."

He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at her. "Are you…are you okay?"

She ran her left hand down, cupping his ass. She gave it a squeeze as she laughed saucily. "I'm perfect." Her hand snaked around and cupped his semi-hard length. "Are you okay?" she asked, stroking him. "God, you certainly feel okay." She bit her lip and gave him another squuze, stroking him harder through his pants.

Elliot cleared his throat and looked around. The mummies, vampires, and other creatures dancing around them seemed oblivious, but he wasn't taking chances. "Liv, come on," he said, growling a bit as she pulled her along.

"Where are we going, officer?" she said coyly.

He rolled his eyes, smirking, as he opened the nearest door. He pulled her into the dark room and fumbled for a switch as she clawed at his back. "I don't know what's gotten into you…"

"Spirit of Halloween, I guess," she interrupted.

"Or that punch had more in it than just vodka," he murmured, feeling her lips on his neck. "Jesus, Liv."

"You want it," she whispered, nipping at his ear. "You know you want me."

He growled again, running his hands down her back. "Fuck, yeah I do." He tugged at her belt and grunted when her teeth grazed his skin.

She was relentless, ripping his uniform off fast and kissing, licking, sucking on his flesh. She ran her tongue over one of his nipples and heard him gasp. She sucked on it and he moaned, she gnashed it between her teeth and he cursed. She laughed to herself as she let it go and traveled down his body.

"Fuck," he spat again, watching with intention as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his now-fully-formed erection. "Oh, my sweet Jesus," he mumbled, fisting her hair as she sucked him harder.

She hummed as she moved, driving him mad, and fell away from his length. She kissed her way up his torso, met his lips in a tangle, and almost yelped when he flipped her over.

"My turn," he hissed, untucking her dark blue shirt and pulling it off, over her head. He let it fall to the floor and yanked down her pants. The holster and belt clanged as they hit the tile, he lifted her and sat her on the sink.

She moaned and dropped her head back when his mouth treated both of her nipples to the same delectable massage she'd given him, her hands scratching at the back of his head. "Elliot," she whimpered, feeling his hands moving down, spreading her thighs apart.

He sucked on her right nipple with abandon, as if he would never have her this way again, as he moved her legs and grabbed hold of the thin silk underwear she wore. He ripped them off of her, tossed them over his shoulder, and pushed two fingers into her without warning.

"Shit!" she seethed, clenching around his fingers immediately. "Oh, God, Elliot!"

He twisted and crooked his fingers, then thrust them fast, in and out of her. He let go of her nipple, licked a line down her toned stomach, and met his hand with his mouth. He licked around his fingers, driving her closer to the brink, and when he found her clit, he flicked his tongue over it rapidly.

Her hands, still attached to his head, tensed up and her fingers curled, her nails dug into his scalp. "Right there, baby. Oh, God. Don't fucking stop."

He stopped as soon as she told him not to, moving his head and removing his fingers. He looked up at her menacingly.

She glared at him, then reached for his hand. She lifted it, slowly, to her own mouth and she sucked the fingers that had just been working her over into her mouth. Her eyes on his, dark and smoky, narrowed as she moaned.

"Holy fucking shit," he breathed, getting to his feet. He pulled his hand away from her lips and wrapped his arms around her. He yanked her off of the sink and turned her around, standing behind her.

Her eyes met his in the mirror, anticipation and excitement flashing in them, and she grinned at him.

Looking at her with passion and lust scrawled on his face, he gripped her hips, kneed her legs apart, and thrust into her with a grunt.

She moaned his name and lurched forward, one arm shooting up to grab the shower curtain rod for leverage, the other gripping the edge of the sink, as he impaled her, hitting into her hard, fast, and deep.

He pulled out of her just as roughly. His eyes stayed on hers, they held each other's stare in the mirror, watching themselves. He ran one finger down her body, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, and it caused her to shudder and ripple around him.

Her mouth fell open, her back arched slightly at his touch, and she gripped the curtain rod tighter.

He trailed his finger back up to her neck and twisted his hand in her hair, pulling as he drove into her.

Synapses fired inside of her, then, and her body tightened. She pulled the curtain rod down, it crashed and shattered as it fell, and both hands flew in front of her. She was gripping the sink so tightly her knuckles turned white.

He let go of her hip and her hair, wrapped both arms around her legs, and he lifted and turned, flipping her around. He grunted as his face fell, landing in the crook of her neck, and moved faster.

"Please," she breathed. "Don't stop, baby. Don't fucking stop. So…so…close."

"God, me, too, baby," he panted against her skin. With each thrust he grunted and cursed, and kissed her neck, nipped at her skin, licked whatever he could.

Her arms wound around his back and she held herself tightly to him. "Deeper," she moaned.

He growled as he tried desperately to get deeper inside of her, to hit spots no one ever had, that he had never reached himself.

"Oh, my God," she said, in a way he'd never heard, and she squeezed him tighter as she whispered, "Yes," right in his ear.

That pushed him as far as he could go, and he worked for it, hard and fast, until he felt her clamp down and hold him inside of her. "Oh, God damn, Liv," he seethed, trying to thrust and failing.

She shook against him, her body wracked with an intense and powerful wave of electricity. "El, God, Elliot," she repeated over and over.

He fired into her, then, hearing her coo and keen with just his name and God's. He stilled and stayed with her, breathing hard, pulses matched in a panicked rhythm.

She let her arms slip away from his neck, she dropped her legs, knowing he'd catch them, and she went limp. "My God," she said, a final shudder rolling through her.

He kissed her neck and said, "God, I hope Maureen didn't drink that shit."

She laughed and pushed him away. "Get dressed," she said, "And we'll go find out."

He kept his eyes on her as he redressed, fastening each button on his uniform as sensually as he undid hers. "I love you," he said.

Her head snapped up as she buckled her belt. It had come out of nowhere, after a spontaneous romp in a stranger's bathroom. "Yeah?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yeah," he said, firmly nodding. He stepped toward her, he put his hands on her shoulders. "Yes."

She kissed his cheek and whispered, "I love you, too." She buttoned the top button of his shirt, straightened his gold nameplate, and winked at him.

He walked out first, looking in all directions, then pulled her out of the bathroom behind him. Keeping her hand in his, they traveled back through the main party-room, this time, fully aware of the behavior surrounding them.

"Dad?" a stunned voice called after them.

They both turned, coming face-to-face with Maureen, dressed as Tinkerbelle. "Hey, honey!" Elliot said, relieved.

"What are you two doing here?" the teen asked with folded arms. "Were you…were you spying on me?"

"What?" Elliot said, feigning shock. "No!"

Olivia smirked. "We got a call," she said. "Neighbors heard loud screaming coming from the bathroom and thought that…"

"You're here," Maureen interrupted, holding up a hand. "I know what they probably thought."

Elliot nodded, then looked to the teenaged boy to his daughter's left. "You must be Robert," he said, holding out a hand.

"Nice to finally meet you, Detective Stabler," the young man said, shaking Elliot's hand. "Maureen has told me so much about you. And you, too, Misses Stabler."

Olivia blushed. "What?"

Maureen rolled her eyes. "She's not my mother, Robbie."

"Oh," the teen said. "The way you talk about her, I thought…and they're both dressed like..." He scratched his head, making his hat flop to the right. "Sorry, I thought she was..."

"She will be soon enough," Elliot said with a smile. "Don't worry about it. You two have fun. I am expecting you home before midnight."

Maureen nodded. She watched them walk away, but stopped them. "Hey!"

Elliot and Olivia turned. "Yeah?" Elliot asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You really weren't spying on me?" she asked, seeming upset by that fact.

Elliot looked at Olivia, then looked at his daughter. "Honey, I trust you. I do. I should always trust you. I don't have a reason not to, do I?"

Maureen shook her head. "No, Dad. Absolutely not."

He nodded, pulled Olivia closer to him, and took another step before turning one last time. "Oh, and Mo?"

"Yeah, Dad?" she asked, her hand in Robert's.

Elliot looked at Olivia and sighed. "Whatever you do," he said, "Don't drink the punch."

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