A/N: Hey guys, I'm here with another update! Have fun with this Chapter! xD

Disclaimer: I own nothing and Dick Wolf owns it all, but if I did own them, Elliot and Olivia would have already jumped each other years ago, and would be much happier now ;)

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NYPD Christmas Ball

8:03 P.M.

The room was spectacular, the already white walls only intensifying the Christmassy look. There were red and green streamers lining the walls, and a single, massive Christmas tree in one of the corners. It was easily fifteen feet high, and under it were presents that had been brought by the attending squad members and uniforms. Against one wall of the room, there was a punch bowl stand, and on the wall across from this one, was a bar for alcohol. For people twenty-one and up, that is. They didn't need any unis having to arrest themselves. Most of those who would be coming were already there, and either talking, drinking, or dancing. A good proportion of them were dancing, but overall, everyone was having fun.

Except for one man.

Though the party had just started, Elliot was already sweating out of control. He had been to the bathroom FOUR times in FIVE minutes, just to make sure that he was looking perfect.

His apparent apprehension was so great that multiple people had asked him if he was okay. And to think he had only been here for nine minutes. His palms were slick, and he felt like he had a slight fever. But when she walked through that door, everything changed.

She was wearing a blue, spaghetti strapped dress that was velvety in look, and had a slight swirl design. The swirls were shiny, and reflected off of almost any kind of light there was. The dress itself was slightly slinky, fitting to every curve of her body, and had a rounded neck line that showed cleavage, but not enough to be inappropriate. The dress stopped just past mid-thigh, but was still above her knee. She had been slightly afraid of looking inappropriate compared to the others, but she was not the only one that was wearing a dress that stopped short of her knees. Not by far.

After searching for him for a few minutes, she finally found him - leaning against the wall, looking like any other shy junior prom date.

Her face broke into a wide smile when she saw what he was wearing.

It was a "Monkey Suit", as he had put it once. A black tux with a blue button-up undershirt, which, she noted, she had bought for him for his last birthday.

"Hey El," said Olivia, grinning brightly. He grinned back, giving her his famous lopsided Stabler grin.

"You look great," he commented, looking her over and far from discreetly.

"Thank you."

When he finally recovered from her appearance, he extended his hand to the dance floor.

"Want to dance?"

She laughed, before taking his hand and allowing him to lead her onto the floor.

It surprised Olivia how fluidly and surely Elliot moved across the floor. She thought that she knew everything about this man, but obviously, she had no clue. After a couple of medium-paced songs, an even faster one came on.

Olivia glanced up at Elliot's face curiously, asking the silent question of whether or not they should dance to this song. He winked, and grinned mischievously.

"Let's give the bastards something to talk about," he said, before grabbing her hand and twirling her around.

They danced in synch, somehow knowing what move the other was about to do, just like the way they worked. There was one time, however, that Olivia was taken completely by surprise. It was at the end of the song, when he shocked not only her, but anyone and everyone else in the general vicinity.

Just as the final beat hit, Elliot spun them both around, before throwing Olivia into a steed dip, stopping his lips mere inches away from her chest. They were frozen like that for only a few moments, but to them, it seemed like an eternity.

Their eyes locked, and Olivia's breathing quickened, and she felt her pulse begin to race wildly out of control. Elliot felt his body do the same, and he came close, so close to just pulling her up slightly and kissing her right there in the middle of the dance floor. It was almost unbearable for him to resist.

Olivia saw it all in his eyes, this play of emotions, but even she could not fully decipher them.

If she had had any doubts about her feelings for him now, this move extinguished them all.

They were forced to stand up as applause broke out from the surrounding watchers, and, for the second time today, Fin handed Munch a five-dollar bill, who took it triumphantly.

"Told you," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth to Fin, who chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whateva man."

Munch then began looking around for something. He tapped Fin, smiling in anticipation, and pointed to his find. Fin laughed, and went to get the captain.

Meanwhile…

Elliot and Olivia made their way over to the wall, with him pulling her by the hand. They were both laughing happily, and either ignored or was oblivious to the fact that people were turning and watching them, some even commenting on their behavior quietly to their dates.

When they finally reached their destination, Elliot dropped her hand with slight reluctance that did not go unnoticed by her.

"Punch, El?" she asked with a playful glint in her eyes. He rolled his before answering.

"Sure."

She then proceeded to lightly punch him in the arm.

"Owww, that's mean Livie!" he pouted in a little-kid voice. She narrowed her eyes at him, feigning anger.

"You know I don't like to be called 'Livie'."

All he did was grin giantly, knowing that she was not mad, and was actually very far from it. Then she did something that surprised him, because it was so immature, so…not Olivia. She stuck her tongue out at him briefly, leaving him shocked, but in a good way.

"Did-Did you just-" he stuttered, confusion mingling with his smile. Her raised left eyebrow and grin were all that were needed to shut him up.

"Yes, Elliot, I just stuck my tongue out at you. Happy?"

They both laughed, and suddenly, Olivia was pushed from behind into Elliot. His arms automatically went around her protectively to keep her from falling. They both stumbled backwards and right under – would you believe it? – Mistletoe!

Loud, hearty chuckles were heard from where they had been standing. Olivia untangled herself from Elliot and turned around to see who had pushed them. Munch and Fin, the guilty culprits, were high-fiving each other and laughing so hard that Munch was doubled over.

"Okay guys," said Olivia, "Very funny."

After a minute or so, Elliot began to get a little annoyed.

"What's so funny?" Elliot asked when Munch and Fin's laughter finally began subsiding.

"You two," began Munch, gasping for air, "Are standing under mistletoe. I assume you know the tradition?"

Elliot and Olivia's expressions froze.

"What?" she breathed loudly, her eyes wide.

Elliot just stood there.

After a few moments of looking at Fin and Munch incredulously, she turned to Elliot and they locked eyes. So many things passed through them at that moment. The fear of losing the other, their unsaid attraction, the late nights spend by just talking…Of wanting to hold the other, of wanting to comfort and kiss, to make them forget the horrible things they saw day to day. All in the span of only a few seconds.

Then, before either of them really knew what had happened, Olivia's arms went around Elliot's neck, and his went to her back, pulling her closer. She could smell him, the rich, cinnamon musk that was uniquely his own. He could smell her too, a mixture of vanilla and lavender.

Their next move drew gasps of surprise and awe from the surrounding crowd. There were even a few, "Go Stabler!"'s being yelled out anomalously.

They leaned in, and met in the middle. When their lips touched, a spark went in between their lips, and time stopped as his tongue gently probed her mouth. Her lips opened almost of their own accord, and the battle for dominance began. Eventually they had to break apart, and when they did, they leaned their foreheads together, each gasping for breath. Elliot wore a grin on his face, as did Olivia.

"Guess we're in trouble now," said Elliot, still grinning his head off and panting for breath.

"Guess so," Olivia replied, with no trace of resentment in her voice.

They finished off the night there quite soon, before heading back to Olivia's place, which was closer. There…well, I'll let your imagination take it from there!

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A/N: There you go! Might I add that the line, "Lets give the bastards something to talk about," is from the movie Australia(which contains a very sexy Hugh Jackman).

Just thought I'd throw that in there, don't get mad at me for using those lines :P When I was writing they just popped into my head and I was like, "Hey! Lets use these!!!" because they fit so perfectly! In my mind anyway! That brings me back to the point – What do you think??? Was this any good?????

THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS STORY. . . but i would entertain the idea of a sequal . . .

I have a lot of fics that are incomplete and not typed, soooo...

If you have any ideas for a sequal to this, or for a story that I might create…send me a message!