AN: I HAVE TO KEEP WORKING ON MY OTHER STORIES BUT I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING SHORTER AND SEXIER. IT STARTED AS A ONE SHOT BUT IT WAS TOO LONG I THINK SO READERS WILL DECIDE IF IT TURNS LONGER. FIRST TIME I WRITE SOMETHING TOO SMUT SO BE GENTLE. I'LL CONTINUE WRITING THE OTHER STORIES NOW.
DISCLAIMER: LAW AND ORDER SVU AND ITS CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE.
Pillow talk
Lying on her couch, huddled under a heavy blanket, Olivia keeps motionless as she recalls the night before. His body over hers, his hands caressing her skin, his lips whispering in her ear. The mere memory can make her blush. To think that just a couple of months ago she could swore they will never see each other again. He was gone and it was clear that with the end of their partnership their 'friendship 'also had reached its end.
She couldn't help but smile in the middle of her lonely living room. She knows that to think about it now is nonsense. Cause the only truth is that the end of their partnership was rather a step closer to the start of something deeper. Their job had only worked as a perfect excuse for years to keep it from happening. The job and his now-defunct marriage.
Her mobile screen's light and the immediate buzz that follows catch her attention. She looks down and let a smile appear on her face when she reads the message and once again she blushes. He would have stayed the night with her but a call from his new job at the homicide unit didn't allow him. Something that she actually had appreciated. Their first time together was something awkward to both of them and, though they had a good time, she couldn't handle but had a post sex panic attack. And even though they've already done it a couple of times she still can't get used to the overwhelming feeling that attacks her each time it happens. They have not really gone far. No more than vanilla sex once or twice a night. And the most frustrating part for her is that their sexual tension, instead of diminishing, has actually increased.
Once he came back looking for her the hardest part was accepting that what they felt was more than a friendship feeling. From there both agreed not to rush things. They began to spend time together occasionally. Trying to learn how to do stuff together that was unrelated to the job. They try to earn some body confidence which was hard for two people that had kept a good distance in that terrain.
Until he decided to ask her on what is known as a formal date. To follow the protocol for a romantic dinner at an expensive restaurant in the city followed by a romantic walk down Fifth Avenue was something awkward for both of them. To walk her to her apartment and steal her one kiss at the entrance of the building was more awkward. And that from an innocent kiss they ended up in bed was even more awkward. And then her panic attack wasn't much of a help.
But strangely even with all that awkwardness they can now talk more openly. They had never managed to speak without brakes or walls. Whenever they got into deep conversations that weren't about their job they used to run away from it. And the few times they actually had to go through a deep conversation in one way or another something went wrong. But not anymore, it seems they have found the perfect place and time to talk and be themselves without any barriers. The bed.
I miss you already.
An inevitable smile appears on her face while reading the message. It is so strange for her to receive that kind of text from him. Well actually it's strange to receive that kind of messages from anybody. It is something she can't get use to and she doesn't believe she can actually get use to it ever.
Okay? Me too?
She answers back trying to make him know how awkward she feels.
Being alone does NOT help
much to not over think IT.
Then she sends the second message recalling the agreement they had made before. They decided to try to 'not over think everything that happened', this with the main idea of avoiding another panic attack.
Stop it.
The answer comes almost immediately. She reads it and let herself fell down on the couch sighting unconsciously. 'Stop thinking Olivia.' She commands herself.
The requirement of her body to be feed makes her move from her comfortable position. Her muscles complain a bit when she stands and she blushes (once again) knowing the reason for it. Delicious after sex sorrow. "Stop it Olivia!"She sighs before walking to her kitchen.
She takes a look inside her refrigerator looking for something edible. There are no many choices, just a couple of scraps of ordered food from days before or eggs she remembers buying no more than a week ago.
Resigned she takes out a couple of eggs, the frying pan and the oil. She is not a fan of cooking but frying eggs doesn't require too much science. Olivia waits patiently listening to the oil on the fire jumping up as the eggs get cooked. She decides to accompany her meal with a pathetic piece of toast and sits on one of the high banks trying to concentrate on nothing but the food in front of her.
As soon as she finishes she decides to wash the dishes worried about not having much to occupy her mind. As she plays with the soap and water she hears a couple of steps down the hall followed by the sound of keys going into her door's latch. She immediately becomes alert staying silent waiting to see what happens. Her brain working at a slow pace doesn't understand who is it until she sees Elliot entering. He shuts the door and looks around to find a petrified Olivia still on her pajamas in the kitchen.
"Hello" Elliot greets giving her a warm smile.
"What are you doing here?" That's all she can say feeling betrayed by her trembling voice.
"Making sure you don't panic." He answers mockingly.
"I'm fine." She says letting out a breath. "You didn't have to come I was just kidding." She tries to ensure him taking her attention back to the dishes.
Elliot places against the shelf that separates the kitchen from the living room while watching the disheveled hair of his ... girlfriend? Olivia feels his eyes and feels how her body starts to react. She rushes to accommodate her dish turns out the water and face him trying to be as serious as she can.
"You must go back to work." She says drying her hands with a small rag.
"They can handle without me." Elliot answers approaching her with a sexy smile. "Apart I already got the whole day free." He reaches the shelf behind her with his hands trapping her between his arms.
"Oh" is the only thing that gets out of her mouth before Elliot caught her upper lip with his. 'Elliot's kissing me ... Again.' She begins to think without moving one bit. The overwhelming feeling attacks her again completely freezing her.
"Enough" Elliot whispered against her lips when he doesn't feel a response from her. "Stop thinking." He places his hands on her waist drawing her closer to his body.
"I can't" Olivia answer separating her face from his. "It's weird." She says putting her hands against his strong chest avoiding further rapprochements between their bodies. Elliot smiles without releasing one bit.
"You said you'd try, right?" He says taking one of his hands up to her head to accommodate her tousled hair.
"It's hard to try with you here." She accepts looking away to avoid eye contact. "I mean, you are Elliot, Elliot. Elliot Stabler for the love of god!" She continues beginning to raise the tone in her voice.
"Yes, and you are Olivia."He answers inadvertently that it is not so much of a help to make that statement.
"How come this is not happening to you?" She complains looking how calm he had deal with it.
"Excuse me?"
"This! How are you not panicking like me?"Elliot let out a laugh at the obvious desperation of Olivia.
"Well, you beat me." He answers truthfully. Achieving a full of doubt expression from Olivia's face. "That night after we ..." And to his surprise he finds it hard to say the words as they are and it is not to stop her panic but to avoid his own attack. "I also had a small panic attack." Ell accepts watching a half smile appear on the woman's face. "But before I could do anything you started to ..."
"Don't say it!" She interrupts him remembering how pathetic she had reacted. Yes, Olivia wept minutes after having made love for the first time with Elliot. Not a thing that she wants to remember about now.
"You know what?" Elliot continues moving away from her to return to his place at the middle shelf. "Now that I think about it I'm starting to feel like panicking." Olivia's eyes widen hearing these words. "Is just that the idea that you and I ..."
"Stop thinking." She repressed him before crashing her lips to his and surrounds his neck with her arms. She can feel his smile against her lips and she takes the opportunity to push her tongue into his mouth. Elliot responds taking her hip and pulling her into her body. He pushes her back against the refrigerator and starts moving his hips against hers to make her feel his body's reaction. A groan comes from Olivia's throat against his lips when she feels his hard cock against her thigh. She tries to get the thoughts out of her mind.
"Don't think." He asks her carrying his lips to her right ear lobe. His voice and the constant friction between their hips cause an uncomfortable humidity to fill her panties.
Unconsciously she lifts her right leg to his hip causing his erection to rub direct against her center. 'It's been so long since I did clothe humping…' And the internal monologue starts in her head while Elliot is responsible for sucking the skin of her neck. 'Never with Elliot!' She must separate from her thoughts soon.
"Ell" She lets out a sigh as she felt her back completely pressed against the cold refrigerator and his hard cock hitting right against his entrance. She could swear that if they had no clothes on he would be inside her already. That functions to ward off her thoughts.
He attacks her lips once again with much more fury than before feeling his cock harden even more. 'You can't finish yet.' He ordered himself to feel the urgency in his body. Even though they have had sex before they had never had a make out session, at least not against the refrigerator and for so long.
Although it had been hard for him to digest the entire past event as well, he can't deny that he wants to bring sex to a more advanced level. Because he respects her and he doesn't want her to run away he hasn't try anything beyond the missionary position and has dared to touch her a bit to make sure she is ready for him. But he really would like to try something more. And now that he has her against the refrigerator could be his opportunity.
"Ell ... bedroom …" She moans without breaking the now searing kiss. Elliot separates his hips causing her right leg down to the floor giving some relive to his member avoiding to embarrass himself. But instead of doing what she has asked he lets one of his hands slid down her abdomen to put it under his pants and panties. Olivia freezes for a few seconds but she doesn't complain. Elliot continues to reach her lips slightly separating them before starting to rub a finger against her warm skin. He lets out a moan finding how wet she already is… for him.
"Elliot." She says in an attempt to stop him but that came out more like a plea from the bottom of her throat.
"Don't think." He asks her trying not to think much either. He slide one finger to her entrance and slides it back up to find her clitoris which he rubs in small circles earning another moan from her throat.
Olivia brings her hands up to each edge of the refrigerator looking for some stability while Elliot repeats his movements. Once he feels her a bit more relaxed he bears to move his finger to her entrance and enters her slowly. He looks at her expression, eyes closed, lips pressed tightly together keeping her from moaning and her chest rising and falling heavily.
When he thinks she is ready he introduces a second finger slightly expanding her walls. He keeps them in a circular motion feeling her muscles tighten a bit more than before. With his thumb he reaches her clit and begins to give it a gentle massage while pulling in and out his fingers. He watches how her lips finally parted letting out unconscious groans and her hands clinging to the refrigerator door. Her hip begins to make moves against his hand and he takes that as a signal to start stronger movements. He takes out his fingers completely taking all the attention to her clit taking it between his index finger and his thumb to tighten it slightly. A gasp comes from her chest and now she is absolutely not thinking about anything. He repeats his action a couple of times before pushing his fingers back inside her tight vagina.
"Aaaaahhhg" She comes with a loud scream feeling her muscles contract around his strong fingers which keeps their movements.
Elliot enjoys watching her while decreasing his actions letting her stabilizes again. He notices how her chest moves heavily while keeping her head against the top of the refrigerator and her eyes closed while enjoying the end of her orgasm. Elliot takes his hand out from her pants and moves his arm around her waist in order to avoid her falling down.
After a couple of minutes Olivia finally opens her eyes to meet his blue gaze on her. She immediately feels blushing but it is not very remarkable since her cheeks maintain a heated red color. Ell gives her a smile which she gives back.
They join in a quiet warm kiss avoiding words.
Trying to avoid giving her time to start thinking what just happened and don't wanting to think it himself, Ell picks her up the honeymoon way and manages to navigate to the bedroom without removing his lips from hers.
He stops in front of the bed and gently puts her back on the floor assuring she is strong enough to stand by herself. Olivia fights the weakness in her knees to stand firmly facing him.
"That was ..." She starts talking surprised on how strange her voice is heard. She clears her throat a bit before continuing. "... new." Her words make him smile glad to know that she'd liked it. She decides to kiss him again not letting thoughts back in her mind. She brings her hands down to his belt removing it with amazing speed and then continues with the sip of his pants. If she is going to have another panic attack it would worth it.
AN: R&R : )