Hello! This is a one-shot I thought up with E/O, it's a bit mature, so if you're not into that - close your eyes! Enjoy! ;-)

"Elliot, what are you doing? I'm tired.."

The brunette beauty sighed softly. Olivia had what she'd call a "long day". She envisioned coming home, plopping on the bed, and watching extremely horrible reality TV. She had no clue what her partner, in many senses of the word, Elliot, had planned for her. He chuckled softly, with a bit of mischievousness underlined throughout it.

"Just enjoy the blindfold, Liv. You'll see."

He tied the black cloth a little tighter, letting his thick hands trail a bit through her dark strands affectionately. He took her by the shoulders, leading her to the living room, whispering direction softly in her ear. Olivia had been stressed, as Elliot knew, but she felt herself melt with each note of his voice.

"Lay down, you're right by the couch. Just sit back." Olivia did as instructed, feeling for the couch around her, making sure she wasn't stumbling among something dangerous. Elliot laughed a bit, watching her grimace under her blindfold. He kissed her lips softly, before she sighed, kissing him back. "Don't you trust me, Liv? Lay back. It's a surprise." She pouted softly, childlike in a way, and Elliot felt his heart throb a bit. He had never seen a woman this beautiful in so many ways, and any chance he got, he wanted her to feel every part of his appreciation.

Slowly, Elliot began kissing her neck. Pecks at first, but slowly becoming soft sucking. Olivia giggled a bit, resisting at first as she usually did, before giving in. Enjoying the attention, she begin to relax, laying down and letting Elliot have his fun.

"Tell me what you want from me. Teach me on what feels good to you."

Elliot eyed her hungrily. They had been through these intimate and intense nights before, but he never got tired of being told what to do. She giggled softly again, feeling embarrassed. She prided herself on being this badass, powerful, independent woman. But under Elliot's demand, she felt so submissive. She didn't say anything, only merely pointed to her waist. Elliot smiled before chuckling, knowing exactly what the silent request was. "And to think you were tired and didn't want to be bothered. Tsk, tsk. Maybe I should just go to bed and leave you here to relax."

Elliot wagged his finger at her, before she bit her lip, squirming a bit. "Stop it, Elliot. Don't toy with me. You know what the point means. I'm sorry. I'm relaxed now, now continue." She smiled sweetly, knowing that was their "safe" gesture. He chuckled again, before unbuckling her slacks, pulling them down to reveal the black laced set of lingerie he splurged on for her. He leaned her up, removing her sweater, noticing her bra was already removed. "I'm tired, huh? Seems like you knew what you were coming home for." She smiled innocently, rubbing his neck before she released him to continue his task at hand. He cupped her breast, sucking softly while rolling his eyes and sighing with satisfaction. They had made love many times, but each time felt like a rebirth, an event in some way. He never got tired of tasting every part of her.

She moaned softly, wanting to peer under her blindfold to see the hunger in his eyes as he pleasured her. He continued his intimate assault on her breast, letting his fingers trail down into her panties. She gasped softly as he found his enter, whispering his name as he sucked on her neck, quickening his pace with his thick fingers.

"Am I enough for you?"

He asked her quietly, catching his voice between his own moaning. She nodded, hearing the sound of him tasting his own fingers. He had enough of his fingers having all of the fun, now it was time for her to meet someone else. She felt him move a bit, opening her legs with his hands, feeling his soft kisses in between her thighs. Slowly, he removed her panties, replacing the area with his soft kisses. She bit her lip as she felt his finger exploring her womanhood, before he replaced his finger with his tongue. Olivia threw her head back, whispering and calling for God. Elliot was such a serious man in everyday life, but boy was he the ultimate pleaser. She grinded against his face, quickening her place as he continued to keep up with her. She felt even hotter, hearing faint rustling on his end, meaning he was pleasuring his own self during this erotic encounter.

"Go faster, Liv. Make feel like a man." Elliot's blue eyes peered at her, letting his tongue continue the work as he watched her obey his command. He removed his hand from his pants, gripping her waist as she quickened her pace even more, rolling his eyes passionately at the sound of her whimpers. She felt herself nearing her climax, holding his head in place as she continued her grinding, whimpering his name softly, growing hotter at the sound of his chuckling. She found it unbelievably hot that he found intense pleasure from making her release. He sucked harder on her clitoris, as she begged him to stop. "Elliot, I'm cumming. Please.." She moaned again, feeling him do everything but stop. He continued his soft, but firm tasting, before she felt herself erupt.

As she came, he sucked even harder, wanting to take her farther than she anticipated. Her breathing came out in sharp gasps, before he lifted his head, laying his body near hers. They kissed softly, tasting the passion they shared on Olivia's lips. Elliot laughed, lifting her blindfold before kissing her eyelids softly. He stared at her, before laughing again, twirling a strand of her hair.

"Still tired?"