Let me start out by saying, this story is not going to appeal to everyone. This is partly AU and is mostly an Olivia/Other pairing. There is mature content. If any of this angers you or dissatisfies you, that sucks because I'm not taking this down.
For those of you who decided to stick around, I will try not to disappoint.
This all began on Twitter (Elephantastiic). Lately, I've been interested in pairings other than E/O, mostly pairing Olivia up with someone who is not Elliot. Before you light your torches and sharpen your pitchforks, I'm still an E/O shipper. Anyway, I was listing off random people to ship Olivia with and eventually got to Jeffrey Dean Morgan (William Gallagher from "P.S. I Love You", Edward Blake/The Comedian from "Watchmen", and Denny Duquette from "Grey's Anatomy"). Lauren (IRANT_) and I both agreed that this would be a hot ship and voila! The story you are about to read was created.
Special thanks to Lauren, Christina, and Kezia for just being awesome.
P.S. If you don't know what Jeffrey Dean Morgan looks like, Google him. You haven't jizzed until you've seen this man.
Enough of me, let's get on with it! I hope you like it!
She didn't believe in serendipity until today. She had her doubts. She had her questions – her ifs, ands, or buts, about the whole notion of fate. There were times when she thought fate was just something that people made up to give them false hope. There were moments when she just thought the whole belief was bullshit. Something that would not and could not happen to her. She knew better to believe in that garbage.
That is, until they ran into each other. One look at Jeffrey and she remembers. He makes her remember something that she forced herself to forget. That evening at that party. His party. The occasional glances. Their choice to mingle in more ways than just one. Then, their choice to end the night in his bedroom.
She should've seen it coming.
Three months ago, she should've seen it coming.
When he pulled her away while nobody was looking. While he was on top of her and her shirt was unbuttoned in such haste, such rush that only a few in the middle remained untouched and his lips on her neck sent a torrent of heat through her body and a rush of arousal between her legs. When his hand was underneath her shirt, palming her breast from outside of her bra. Once Elliot was pounding on the other side of the door, asking where she was.
When she had to fumble with her clothing and pretend she was just using the bathroom. She left with a quick goodbye.
She never regretted what she did with him nor did she tell anybody what she did with him. How he made her sweat, made her moan his name countless times, made her crave him long after they said goodbye. She never regretted continuously fantasizing about him whenever she was extremely aroused.
She should've seen it coming.
It didn't hit her until she finds herself sitting in the semi-crowded bar, looking into the eyes of the familiar stranger that has touched her in all the right places. Sitting across of the man whom she's kept her secret since that heated night.
Her dirty little secret.
Jeffrey strolls over to her, with a glass of scotch in one hand, and leans on the bar.
"Hey, Liv," he says, "Long time no see." His long sleeve shirt clings to every detail on his body, and his leather jacket hangs off his forearm. His smile is crooked – just the way she likes it.
"Y-Yeah," Olivia falters, "How have you been?"
He shrugs, "Not bad, but a lot better now." His smile grows and her heart picks up speed.
No.
He's flirting.
She can't fall. She won't fall.
Olivia forces a scoff, "Don't." She takes a big sip out of the short, clear, glass and stares down into it. She hopes if she pays enough attention to the, now empty, glass then he'll go away.
He doesn't. He looks at her with that infamous smile on his face.
"What?" He chuckles.
He's enjoying this. She doesn't even have to look at that handsomely stupid grin to know he's amused.
"So you're just going to stop talking to me? Just like that?" Jeffrey laughs a little but his tone isn't offended, disappointed, upset, or angry, "Don't be that way, Olivia."
She chuckles with disbelief and shakes her head.
"Will you talk to me if I buy you another drink?" He signals the bartender to refill her glass.
When a refreshed glass is settled in front of her, she stares down at it. She hesitates. She hesitates like a damn dog would when it's unsure. Every single part of her body encourages her to take the drink.
She brings the glass to her lips. The alcoholic liquid runs down her throat smoothly.
"There we go. Now we're getting somewhere." There's a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Thanks," she says with a small smile.
"You're welcome." He situates himself on the empty barstool next to her, "You're an interesting woman, Olivia. I've always liked that about you."
She doesn't say anything but the small curve in her eyebrow tells him she's interested.
"You know how to tease. You can turn any man on with a simple smile but shatter their egos with a single 'no'." For the first time since he approached her, he sips from his glass, "I considered myself lucky. I have to admit, though, I regret letting you leave with Elliot. We could've had some serious fun that night."
His voice. That deep, rough, seductive sound that comes out of his mouth and sends chills down her spine.
She doesn't want to show how much he's turning her on right now with such little effort. The erotic images play over and over again in her head. It could be the drinks she's had but it's most likely the way he gets her heart pulsating by just talking to her or the way she thinks her dirtiest thoughts when he's around.
She looks at him out the corner of her eye and her lips tug into a small smile.
He leans forwards and rests his hand on her thigh. She closes her eyes, expecting a kiss, but his lips are next to her ear.
He pushes back a lock of her hair, "Let's get out of here, Liv." His cologne infiltrates her nose as he moves closer, "Let me show you everything you missed that night."
Her lower lip gets caught in between her teeth and she emits a sigh as she succumbs to him.
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Her back slams against the front door, her arms are draped around his neck, her lips connect with his. The fusion of thrill and liquor rushes through her veins. He fumbles with his keys, concentrating more on kissing her than actually getting inside. After missing the lock a few times, he eventually gets the door open. She supports herself while she hooks her legs around his waist. With his hands securely under her, he lifts her and carries her inside. Her hands cup his jaw and her hair curtains the side of her face while she kisses him. The taste of his scotch is still strong on his lips.
Only a few steps in and her feet meet the floor with her jacket discarded somewhere along the way.
He takes both of her wrists in one of his hands and pins them over her head. He's the first to break the kiss. Her eyes are animalistic, her bangs hang messily over one eye, and she breathes slowly through her teeth. Jeffrey uses his other hand to unbutton her jeans and slip them off of her. She eagerly complies and kicks them across the room.
A low moan escapes Olivia when she feels his concealed erection press against her bare skin. His cock begs for her attention behind his dark colored jeans.
"Feel how hard I am for you, Olivia," he growls.
He releases his grip, pulls off her shirt, and tugs at the band of her thong, "Spread your legs," he demands. She obeys and widens her stance. Her eyes follow as he leaves a trail of kisses down her abdomen. He rips off her underwear and leaves it at her ankles. Olivia steps out of it and kicks it off. In an instant, he immerses himself in her. He starts out slow. His tongue carefully savors her flavor.
She tastes so good. So pure. It triggers something inside of him. A new addiction.
Olivia releases a small whimper and she grips onto the edge of the tiny end table. Her eyes flutter to a close while many profanities escape her in a whisper. He circles her clit in rapid motions, his hands run up and down her legs, and his moans give off a tiny vibration that helps get her off.
"Holy shit," She exhales, "Jeff, don't stop."
Without any warning or any demand, he goes faster. He eats her in a greedy manner while his thumb circles her clit. Moans escape her consecutively, different octaves, different lengths, but they don't stop.
She leans against the wall, still encouraging him to go on. Her fingers stumble with her bra while she tries to take it off. She finally rids her last article of clothing and sends it away. By then, she can feel her orgasm start to build. It grows rapidly.
"Jesus Christ, Jeff!" She screams as she breaks around his active tongue. Her legs shake and give out. She falls onto him, still out of breath from her climax but not willing to stop.
She straddles him. Small beads of sweat adorn her body – he can only see from the small light beaming through his window. He watches her dark figure unbutton his shirt and adorn his neck and chest with slow, seductive, kisses.
Oh, how he aches for her body.
"You have been so good to me," she says in between kisses, "Let me return the favor."
She reaches behind and removes his belt. Then, she unbuttons his jeans and eagerly takes him in her hand. He handles her breasts while she strokes him gently. Her soft touch makes him jerk against her palm. Jeffrey emits throaty groans as he watches her work her magic.
He pulls her towards him and kisses her longingly.
"Condom?" She breathes.
"Wallet. Back pocket."
Olivia wastes no time in retrieving it and putting it on. She pushes the rest of his clothing away and positions herself over him. A sultry smile stretches across her face when she begins to fuck him.
Slowly at first.
"God, you feel so good," Jeffrey tells her. He holds onto her hips while she rides him in a rhythm that is pure euphoria.
Her knees push further into the floor while he pushes into her. She tilts her head back and releases a moan out in the open. Olivia leans forward and kisses him, knowing they would both climax very soon.
She remembers.
She remembers the night at his party.
His bedroom.
His touch.
She remembers it all.
Olivia lets out a few whimpers before she reaches her second orgasm.
"Shit, Olivia. Shit! Shit! Shit!" She feels him pulsate against her and he spills into the thin rubber.
Bliss.
Their muscles relax and the cool air makes its way to them. Her hair sticks to her flushed face and her eyes are locked on him.
"You are amazing, Olivia Benson," Jeffrey says and kisses her.
A pleasant hum is her only response.
"Stay the night," he encourages. It's dark but she can still see that crooked smile on his face.
That handsomely stupid, lopsided, grin.
She gives him a small smile and kisses him again.
She should've seen it coming.
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