A/N First try at fan fiction

Adult Content. If you were Olivia, what would you do if Elliot was a free man?

I own nothing, they belong to DW. Thanks to xoc for encouraging me, past and present tense.

Free Man
Chapter 1

Benson Residence

10:00 pm Friday

Olivia's POV

Elliot and Olivia have finished eating and were ready to watch a movie. They have been spending a lot of time together since Kathy and Elliot had split for the second time. The finalized divorce papers had been delivered this week.

Olivia is nervous; his marriage had been the reason that held her back, all of those years. Now what? Nothing is holding her back but fear. She has spent so long pretending to be friends only, how does she now go beyond friendship? She loves Elliot and wants to be with him, but she has no idea how he would respond to her advances. She is unsure how to go forward and is driving herself crazy thinking about it.

Olivia heads back into the living room. "Want anything to drink?" she asked.

Elliot replied, "Beer, please."

Olivia carried two long neck bottles and hands one to Elliot. She sat down in the corner of the couch with her legs crossed and pressed play on the DVD player.

As the movie begins, Olivia watched Elliot relax into the couch; he is the sexiest man she knows. His integrity and devotion to his family is such a turn on. He stands out amongst men, a man with honor. He is not one of the kinds of guys who are always checking out women. Elliot would not ever have cheated on his wife.

And over the years, Olivia has seen many a woman try to lure Elliot into their beds. He always acted as if he had no idea that these women wanted to have sex with him. Olivia didn't know any man that wouldn't at least flirt, when so much attention was given to them. Not Elliot; he seemingly thought of no woman but Kathy.

As much as Olivia had wanted Elliot to notice her as a woman, that devotion to his wife and family was one of the sexiest things about him. As strange as that sounds and as desperate as she was to have his muscled body pressed to hers, she would rather he acted like the honorable man she knows him to be.

So with that in mind, Olivia had always--without fail--acted as if she had no sexual interest in Elliot. She knew that he cared for her as a friend, as a partner. Olivia had enough experience with men that she knew if she set her mind to it, she could seduce one Elliot Stabler.

The temptation over the years has been incredible. The hours on end they spent together, the times she had seen Elliot sweating, grunting while working out in the gym, getting ready to take a shower after said workout. Always Olivia threw up a mental barrier so that her mind wouldn't go any further and begin dreaming of him.

With his divorce final, that barrier could be removed. Since Elliot had given her the news, she had begun dreaming about him.

Dreaming about hot steamy sex with him.

Dreaming about fast, desperate, urgent sex with him.

Dreaming about slow sweet sex with him.

She just didn't know how to take that first step toward making that happen. She was afraid that he might not feel the same. Maybe it was not only honor that kept Elliot from showing an interest in her, maybe he was not interested? Was it too soon for him to think about another woman?

Olivia had been dreaming of Elliot so often, that just looking at him caused her to feel flushed and she had to concentrate on keeping her breathing at a normal rate.

Elliot suddenly turned from the TV to look her directly in the eyes. He gave her a small smile and his eyebrows scrunched up a little as if to ask "what's up?"

That is when she realized that she had been looking at him for the last few minutes. Busted! So Olivia went back to the "just friends" attitude because she didn't know what else to do.

"You want another beer?" she asked.

He held up his half full bottle and said, "No thanks, I 'm good."

When he glanced at her full beer bottle, she felt like an idiot.

Crap! Try not to be so obvious next time, Olivia.

They watched the rest of the movie and then Elliot put his shoes on to go home. They talked about maybe getting together tomorrow to have lunch.

"Just call me if you feel like lunch," said Olivia, trying to avoid looking directly at Elliot.

"I'll call you tomorrow," said Elliot. Then he opened the door to leave.

"Goodnight, Olivia"

"Goodnight, El," she said.

She closed and locked the door, wondering what she was going to do about her feelings for him. She was afraid if they continued for too long in this casual friendship, then she would miss her opportunity. She could get stuck with the "best friend" label forever. That would not be acceptable. Olivia needed a plan!

Benson Residence

11:00 am Saturday

Elliot's POV

Elliot waited to be buzzed into Olivia's apartment. He was enjoying all of the time they spent together, on and off of the job. They planned to get lunch and just lounge around for the afternoon as they were not on call this weekend.

"Come on up," Olivia said.

Elliot took the steps two at a time and arrived a little out of breath at her front door. He knocked and waited for her to open the door. When Olivia opened the door, he smiled at her and said "Hi"

"Hi, yourself," Olivia smiled.

Elliot admired her figure in shorts and a camisole. Her golden skin was without blemish and so beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling, and she looked happy. He realized he felt happy, too. He had been so defeated by his separation from Kathy and his kids; he hadn't been happy in a while. Olivia was the best kind of friend, always there for him. She never let him sit around feeling sorry for himself. She was beautiful inside and out.

As Olivia walked into the living area, Elliot noticed how long her legs were. Really long, and sexy. Her toenails had red polish on them. Nice, but that seemed so girly. Of course, Olivia was a girl, but after the initial "wow!" when he first met her, he had put that out of his mind. She was his partner. Period.

He figured he was noticing because she had on short shorts. They rode low on her hips and high in the leg, just barely covering her bottom. Her camisole didn't quite reach the top of her shorts and he could see her tight stomach.

Elliot cleared his throat, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. The longer he looked at her; he began to feel tightness in his groin. Elliot hadn't had sex since before his separation from Kathy, which was a little over a year ago. If Olivia knew that he was getting turned on looking at her, she would kick his ass! If he didn't stop, he might just kick his own ass.

Elliot moved into the kitchen as they planned to prepare a meal for lunch. They worked together to make some spaghetti. Olivia cooked the noodles, and he cooked the sauce. They ate and then sat around reading the news paper at her kitchen table.

"Listen to this, your horoscope says you will enjoy time with your friends. It should have said, you will enjoy watching friends cook!" ribbed Elliot

"I cooked the noodles," she replied with a pout

"Humph," was the only answer Elliot gave her.

The sun poured in through the windows, and the atmosphere was very relaxed. Any tension from last night was gone. Olivia yawned, and then Elliot yawned. They grinned at each other.

As usual, once they slowed down from their hectic work schedule, their bodies thought it was time to sleep. Lately, the only free time they had was to catch a few hours of shut eye. They both felt drowsy.

"I need to get home, I can hardly keep my eyes open" said Elliot

Another huge yawn over takes Elliot's face and he knows that he should get moving.

"I feel sleepy too" said Olivia

They both continue to just sit there, too lethargic to move. After a few more minutes Olivia stands up and waits for Elliot to stand as well. Elliot, still seated, watches her, knowing that she is waiting on him to go home, so she can lie down.

"I'm sorry, Liv. I'm too drowsy to make the drive home right now. Can I catch a nap here?"

Olivia hesitated then said "Sure, that's fine,"

"Thanks" Elliot replied. He headed toward the couch, but Olivia stopped him.

"Let's go to my room to spread out for a real nap, I am tired of sleeping in uncomfortable places, and I know that you are too," she said.

"You sure?" he asked

"Yea, come on," she confirmed.

Elliot followed her into her bedroom, still a little unsure if this was a good idea. They had slept in the cribs together, napped on stake outs, but this was different.

Olivia was acting as if this wasn't a big deal, so he would try to do the same. He toed his shoes off and stretched out beside her. Olivia was lying on her side facing him, so he faced her also. She had her eyes closed, but he was still looking at her face, unable to close his eyes.

"Olivia?" says Elliot

"Yes El?" she replied

"Why did you ask me to nap in here with you and not on the couch?"

Olivia opened her eyes to look at Elliot, after a few moments she replied, "I wanted to be with you"

Elliot was surprised to hear her say so; they usually avoided their real feelings. He gave her a small smile, and she closed her eyes, settling into her nap.

She wanted to be with him!

She was beautiful, and she smelled like some type of citrus fruit. Her unique scent, not the smell from a bottle, was on the pillow he was lying on, making him crazy. Elliot tried to close his eyes, but his senses were in high gear now, each time he closed his eyes, her smell seemed to envelope him. The way his body was reacting, he thought he should keep his eyes open. Lying on her bed, admiring her, he saw her as a seductive woman, not just his partner.

She had a sexy body, strong but soft in places. He mentally groaned, trying to clear his head.

His eyes were drawn to her legs in those shorts. Damn! He could feel himself hardening and when he noticed the sparkle near her stomach, he couldn't take his eyes from where the edge of her camisole had ridden up to reveal………..a naval piercing? He lifted his head to get a clearer view and sure enough, it looked like a blue gem stone, the kind that dangles from a naval ring.

Elliot felt every part of his body jump to attention.

Olivia with a piercing?

That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He felt his breath catch in his throat, and he couldn't help himself from reaching out to lift the edge of her camisole to see her naval. His fingers touched the silky soft skin of her stomach and when he saw the naval ring, he almost came in his pants.

Good Night in Heaven, he was going to get himself into trouble, if he kept thinking about her body. He wanted to push the shirt the rest of the way up to look for a nipple ring. He wanted to slide his hand down her stomach into her shorts, under her panties to see if she had any other piercings. His dick twitched at the thought. His face tightened, and he felt the need to push his arousal forward. Forward against Olivia.

He kept looking at her shorts, at the apex of her womanhood. Did she have a piercing there? One that would rub against him as he pushed inside of her body? Elliot suppressed the groan that forced its way up his throat. He could feel a small amount of wetness in his boxers from his excitement.

Elliot's head snapped up at the sound of Olivia catching her breath. She was looking right into his eyes. In his excitement, he still had one hand touching her stomach and the other grasping her hip. No wonder she had woken up!

Olivia continued to stare into his eyes, and he could see the desire reflected there. Her breathing became erratic, to match his own. She moved closer to him, until the very tips of her breast were touching his chest. He could feel her hardened nipples, yet was afraid to touch her for fear of loosing control. This sudden desire was burning hot within him. Overwhelming him. She was his partner, for Pete's sake, and now he wanted her to be his lover.

Olivia placed her hands on the middle of his chest and moved them out toward his muscled shoulders causing him to groan out load. Upon hearing his pleasure, she raked her nails over his nipples making him shudder. Her hands trailed down his stomach to pull his t-shirt up to feel his bare skin. At the touch of her hand on his naked stomach, Elliot flinched and grabbed for her hand.

As she continued to stare into his eyes, she moved her lips closer. Her mouth was open and moist, her breath warm against his lips. He licked his lips and she groaned before putting her open mouth against his. Elliot placed both of his hands against the sides of her face to hold her still as his tongue ran over her lips, and then along the roof of her mouth.

She tasted spicy and sweet. Olivia was so foreign to everything he knew. A naval ring, and who knows what else. He felt like a teenager; he was so turned on by her.

As he continued to kiss her and nibble at her lips, she moaned into his mouth and pressed her body up against his. Elliot thought he would blow a gasket, his heart was racing and he could feel his body trembling from excitement. It was more than he could handle.

Sex with Kathy had always been a slow climb to an orgasm. Comfortable and normal. He could climax from just kissing Olivia. He was afraid he would shame himself before he even touched her body.

They pulled apart from their kiss, to draw a breath. They looked into each others eyes and Elliot felt a shiver run down his spine and more fluid leaked into his boxers.

This was Olivia! She was so damn hot, he couldn't help himself. He wanted to taste her. Elliot leaned forward and placed his open mouth against her neck and licked and sucked until he could feel the moan rumbling in her throat.

Olivia rolled over until she was lying atop of him. She rubbed herself slowly up his body until she could place her lips against his ear to whisper, "Please, El, please!"

Elliot grabbed her hips with both hands to hold her still and ground his pelvis against hers. They both began to pant and moan. Olivia sad astride his arousal and lifted her arms up to remove her camisole. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her breasts were pale gold with garnet colored nipples and Elliot felt his mouth water. She cupped both breast like an offering towards him, and he sat up to suck upon her.

Olivia moaned and rolled her head back upon her neck as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Elliot rolled them both over to get her shorts off. He needed to be inside of her. He couldn't wait any longer or he would bust.

Once she was naked, he leaned back to admire her. Amazing! He then realized he was completely dressed, so he pulled his t-shirt off and his pants, leaving his boxers on.

Elliot moved down her body to look at her, she was waxed with just a small amount of pubic hair remaining. Unbelievable! He kissed her thighs and as he spread her legs, he saw a glint of gold.

She had a piercing!

"I think I have died and gone to heaven," he moaned.

Elliot spread her lips to get a better look, the piercing looked like a barbell passing through the hood of her clitoris. He reached forward to touch it. She moaned and he touched it again as he leaned forward to taste her. The combination of his tongue and the barbell and she came after only a few licks. Damn she was sexy!

Elliot removed his boxers and moved up her body and rubbed himself against her wetness. He then rubbed the tip of himself against the barbell. The softness of her body, then the hardness of metal was an unexpected jolt, he had to stop or he was going to ejaculate before he ever got inside of her.

"Liv…Liv, I know this is fast, but I have to be inside of you!" and with that being said, Elliot pushed into her body.

They both held their breath as he slowly sank into her. Once he was all the way inside, they both held still and gasped as they adjusted to one another.

Elliot could feel the ache all the way to his back teeth; she was so tight He wanted her, all of her. Elliot began to move and Olivia cried out, "El, please, oh yes, oh yes!"

Elliot couldn't think, couldn't breath; he was being turned inside out. Each time he moved in or out of her body he felt that barbell drag the length of him. It felt wonderful, Olivia felt wonderful, and he couldn't hold out for much longer. His breathing was so erratic, he sounded like a freight train.

Elliot rolled them over so that Olivia was astride him again. Maybe he could last a little longer with her on top? Good Luck with that!

She immediately began to ride him like there was no tomorrow. Elliot could feel his balls tightening as he approached his orgasm. He needed to wait for her; he wanted to watch her come. Elliot reached forward and rubbed his thumb against her clit, and Olivia went crazy. She was riding him franticly. And the moaning. She just kept moaning over and over again, never stopping.

What a turn on!

Elliot slowly continued to rub her clit and felt her start to quiver deep within, gripping him tighter. Olivia started to make a deep keening sound as she came. Elliot felt his own orgasm begin, and his vision narrowed down to just Olivia. He saw spots appear before his eyes as he came. He grunted as he lifted his hips to get deeper inside of her. He groaned her name "Liiiiivvvvvvvvv" gasping at the incredible pleasure.

Olivia collapsed against his chest, panting heavily. As Elliot came back to the present he could hear his own labored breathing.

What had he done?

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