A/N: So I'm trying out this idea, please let me know what you think! I always thought Elliot would be better suited as a single man and then after a suggestion from a friend, I came upon the thought of him having a much-younger girlfriend. As always, the only thing I own is Chelsea.
- Lacey
Elliot shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on the chair by the door, heading straight to the fridge for a beer. As he leaned over to grab a bottle from the shelf, two arms wrapped around his abs, a shock of silky blonde hair falling over his shoulder. "I've been waiting all damn day for you to get home, Detective Stabler." Chelsea moved to sit on the counter, pulling Elliot by his shirt collar over to stand between her legs. She was wearing only a nearly-nonexistent pair of black lace panties and a cropped white tank top that read 'Dirrty' in silver glitter, her long hair in a sexy mess of waves. The twenty seven year old (twenty years her lover's junior) had caught his attention when his divorce from Kathy became final, when she'd sidled up to him at the bar and asked if he wanted to dance. Three slow dances later, they were wrapped around each other in a cab and headed back to his apartment, and they'd been together ever since. Chelsea Szalinsky loved yoga, football, and beer, and she was the perfect person for Stabler. He'd even thought about making her Mrs. Chelsea Stabler a few times, but he continually worried that their age difference would break the relationship.
His attention was redirected as Chelsea pulled off her tank top and tossed it in the floor, revealing a bra that looked like nothing more than a strip of black lace. She nuzzled her face against his cheek, her breath hot on his ear. "I know you'll probably get called back to the station in a little while, so why don't we make it a quickie?" Her French-manicured fingers crept up to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning each one slowly. When she reached the bottom, she jerked the shirt back off his broad shoulders, tilting her head to press a passionate kiss to his lips. She slid off the counter, stepping behind Elliot with a smirk. She folded her fingers together into the shape of a gun, pressing her hand into the small of Stabler's back. "Now just keep moving, Detective, right on into the bedroom. And don't try any funny business."
Stabler sauntered to the bedroom, throwing his hands up in mock surrender and trying not to think about how hard Chelsea was making him. They made it into the bedroom, Stabler whirling around to grab Chelsea and pull her against him. "Sorry, Detective Beautiful, but you should've just put me in cuffs."
Chelsea smirked, her hands coming up to stroke Elliot's chest. "I was saving that for the weekend, Detective." She winked, catching Stabler off guard and pushing him back so that he landed on his back on their bed. Elliot watched her with a smirk as she crawled to straddle his hips, her manicured hands unclasping his belt, pulling it through his belt loops. With that out of the way, she undid his pants, teasingly pulling the zipper down, until his plaid boxers were exposed. Her eyes lit up when she felt him get harder underneath. Pausing a moment, Chelsea leaned over into the nightstand drawer, producing a condom. Without hesitation, she tore the foil wrapper open with her teeth, rolling the latex down onto Elliot's erection. Then she teasingly pulled her tiny panties off, exposing the glistening wetness between her legs before sitting down hard on his thick shaft, letting out a throaty moan. After a moment to adjust herself to Elliot's manhood stretching her womanhood wide, she began to lift herself up, then sat back down, earning a manly groan from the detective. She stopped, smirking at her boyfriend. "Feel good, Detective?"
In response, Elliot managed to roll them over, with him now on top of Chelsea. The blonde gasped in surprise, another moan escaping her as her eyes fluttered. "Feel good, Chels?" He watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip, taking that as a yes. Chelsea's long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her as he began sliding in and out of her at a quick-but-gentle pace. Her manicured nails dug into the bedsheets, clenching them in her fists as her head fell back against the pillows. "Right there, Elliot, fuck, I love you!" The combination of Chelsea's hot, tight wetness and her lust-filled voice yelling his name sent Elliot over the edge, Chelsea tightening around him as they came in unison.
Once they regained their senses, Elliot rolled off of Chelsea, laying beside her with his arm around her as she reached and pulled the thin comforter up over them. For a few moments all that was heard was their panting in the silence of their bedroom, Chelsea running her hand over Elliot's chest as she pressed a kiss to his neck. "Amazing as always, baby." He chuckled at her compliment, kissing the top of her head and taking in the scent of her green apple shampoo mixed with her sweat. Suddenly a shrill ringing sound broke their serene moment, Elliot groaning as he realized his phone was ringing. Chelsea giggled from beside him. "You knew it was going to happen."
He grabbed the phone from the nightstand, flipping it open with one hand. "Stabler."
"Elliot, it's Olivia. We've got a body." His partner's voice came through the phone, Elliot groaning inwardly. He'd just left the station an hour and a half ago, and now he was being called back. All he wanted to do was spend time with Chelsea, but no. Finally he sat up in bed, Chelsea rolling onto her back beside him, her hair spread over the pillow. "Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes." Hanging up, he looked over at his beautiful girlfriend, who met him with a sweet smile. "I gotta go, babe."
She nodded. "I know. I'll see you when you get home." She folded one arm under her head, propping herself up to look at him as he gave her an apologetic look. "It's fine, it's your job. Go." Elliot swung his legs off the bed, tossing the condom in the trashcan and pulling on his clothes. Once he was dressed, he leaned over, pressing a kiss to Chelsea's lips.
"I love you, beautiful." After pressing a second kiss to her lips, Elliot headed for the door, looking over his shoulder one last time at Chelsea, the blonde blowing him a kiss as she lay back in the bed.
God, he hated to leave her, but duty called.
Besides, he'd make it up to her when he got home.