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Summary: Elliot is leaving the precinct. Is Olivia strong enough to handle it? One-Shot. Better than it sounds; full of emotion and smut
A/N: Sorry it has been forever. Hopefully this makes up for it. Please R&R.
Cry
Olivia managed to keep composed until the last seconds before Elliot's departure. The only constant in Olivia's life was about to walk out those all too familiar doors and into a new precinct. Someone would fill his desk, but not the ache in her heart. With his leave also went a large part of the one-six's character; their sexual tension, the constant banter, and the Benson/Stabler team. Their conviction record spoke for itself, and soon everyone would begin to feel the hole Olivia saw forming. Olivia felt the panic begin to creep up, and humorously went for the goodbye handshake instead of a hug. Elliot smiled shaking his head before pulling her in for an embrace. Olivia swallowed back her emotion, as she was used to doing, before genuinely giving him a smile. His arms were around her for a little too long, not the she minded, and she began to take in his smell. All too soon her aching center and the sweat on the back of Elliot's neck sent her head spinning into the previous night's events.
She knew it was him. She felt his stubble graze the crook of her neck. His hands squeeze into her butt. His hot breathe on her ear as he whispered that he would take care of her. The sudden feeling of weakness in her knees and goose bumps over her skin distracted her long enough that she was shocked to land face down on the bed in front of her. She felt herself gasp as he pulled her ass into the air, knees sinking into the mattress. Now on all fours, her senses overtook her mind as he reached around front to grope her through her bra. She moaned knowing he was going to take it nice and slow while she was already dripping wet waiting. The constrictions of her clothes became frustrating as her hard nipples pressed against her bra. Her body was begging to be freed as he tried to wiggle his hand down the layers to reach her center. His scent was intoxicating and his motions drove her wild when he flipped her over and with feather light touches began to remove clothing. Free from her restrictions, she reached into his pants desperate to torture him as much as he was torturing her. Once past the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, she clasped her hand around his hard and waiting cock. Using her thumb to flick the head she elicited a moan from deep in his throat. She watched his face contort as he fell deep into the pleasure. His compromised position allowed her to flip them over and removed his pants in one swift motion. She grinded her hips hard in a circular motion and gasped for breath when she felt his hardness on her inner thigh. He bang to tweak her nipples as she maneuvered to lick the length of him. Her tongue swirled his head before taking him fully into her mouth. Her hot breath tickled him as he egged her on desperate to feel her tight wet mouth. She sucked hard moving up and down faster and slower to drive him over the edge. He came pulling her hair hard and calling out her name. She looked up with a devilish grin, but without warning he inserted a figure into her core. She grunted as he stretched her, hitting her g-spot with each thrust. She came within moments clutching tight around his fingers and whimpering his name. The two smiled and mumbled I love you through a deeply passionate kiss.
When Elliot finally released her, Olivia was speechless. There were no words powerful enough for their last moments. As Elliot walked out the doors, Olivia wondered where her life was going to go. He was her rock, her life, and now he vanished. Olivia was tired of being so strong, and when she saw a couple on the street holding hands the tears finally fell. There was no hope of stopping them.