A/N: Sorry this has taken so long. My niece was born so I've been pretty busy helping out mommy and daddy and getting to know the child that WILL be my god daughter. lol Anyway, I hope this chapter makes up for the wait. Enjoy.
It was times like these that Elliot was glad to have a strong male friend by his side.
And that friend, was Jack Daniels.
He poured two or three shots down his throat before he turned around to look at the beautiful woman swaying her hips with the nameless face that had asked her out.
It had only taken a few minutes for someone to come up to her at the beach. Hell, she had barely gotten in the water when all of the eyes turned on her.
And she had been so willing to except the first dinner offer she got. It took forever to convince her to let him tag along. He claimed that he worried for her safety, that after years of working SVU he knew what could happen when a woman let her guard down.
In reality though, he was just a jealous bastard and wanted to make damn sure that she didn't end up in a bed that wasn't his.
A fourth shot joined the rest and his stomach was starting to burn. He wondered if it was the alcohol or the way her date's hand was pressed against her ass.
She caught his eye then and removed herself from the dance floor with a nod and a smile. She walked over to Elliot, figuring she had tortured him enough, and took what would have been his fifth shot.
"Feel like taking a walk on the beach?" She asked, flashing her gorgeous smile.
He nodded and watched her down the small glass before wincing at the burn. "Yeah". He chuckled at the face she made. "I could use some fresh air." He pointed to the now empty glass on the table and smiled. "I just had four of those."
The air was cool against their skin as they walked along the deserted beach. Occasionally their hands bumped together and Olivia was surprised when her grasped hers in his.
She didn't say anything, although the blush on her cheeks and the chuckle under his breath gave away how they both felt.
"What is this?" She asked, holding up their hands.
He smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I've missed you."
She chuckled and shook her head. "What are the odds that we both end up here on the same weekend?"
"I needed a vacation", he said. "House is quiet without the kids; not the same."
"The precinct isn't the same without out", she added. "The new guys are good but, its nothing like it use to be." She smiled and looked up at him. "There will never be a team as good as us."
He looked down at her, noticing how beautiful she looked in moonlight, her hair gently blowing in the wind.
"Do you know", he began, "how insanely uncomfortable I was back in the bar?"
"You were?" She quirked an eyebrow at his sudden change of topic. She thought they were flirting. "Why?"
He chuckled. "C'mon Liv, that guy, the way he had his hands all over you."
"We were just dancing."
He smiled and pulled her close, swaying to the soft music they could hear from the restaurant on the pier above them.
Definitely flirting.
"I feel like we're in a movie", she giggled. "What are you doing?"
"I'm dancing." He swayed his hips against hers, allowing her to feel his desire. "If that's the way you dance, I don't think I want you dancing with anyone else."
She laid her head against his chest and she felt the gasp catch in his throat. "And what gives you the right to tell me who I can and can't dance with?"
He pressed himself against her harder and he heard her sigh. "You tell me", he whispered. "You can't tell me you don't miss me. You can't tell me you haven't thought about this."
She moaned both in pleasure and in protest. He really was a smug son of a bitch and she really did love it.
"I guess I've missed you", she whispered.
He chuckled in relief. "And?" He ground his hips into hers once more. He was getting bold.
"I guess I've thought about it", she panted.
She was flush against him now and they were grinding into each other with such vigor he would have been inside her if it weren't for his pants.
He swallowed the lump in his throat as he lifted to chin with his finger, bringing her lips to his. "Do you want this?" His question meant more than just a kiss and she knew it.
He was asking for her heart, for her body, for her to give herself to him completely and totally.
He was asking her to be his.
Her words were a mere whisper. "Yes."
He kissed her then and she felt everything else around them melt away as she melted into him. Sparks couldn't do it justice. She felt so much more than that as he deepened the kiss and her tongue met his.
He lowered her to the ground, slowly. The night air was cool, a vast contrast from the warm sand beneath her and the warm body above her.
His lips latched on to her neck, sucking, tracing the curves of her collar with his lips. She moaned against the action and her hips involuntarily rolled against his.
He groaned at the contact and he felt her move again. He smiled and his palm stretched out over her hip. "Stay", he whispered. He wanted, needed, this to last.
His thumb stroked the soft skin beneath her dress. The cotton has ridden up considerably and with each movement of his thumb more and more material bunched at her hips.
She rolled into him once more, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
He moaned against her lips and she smiled. The hand that was on her hip moved down to her thigh. He squeezed gently and wrapped her leg around him, the motion causing him to fall between her legs.
She could feel the powerful climax building within her. He was slowly rocking himself against her and the pressure he caused mixed with the friction from her panties was slowly driving her mad.
His hand moved to cup her center and he ran two fingers firmly over her clit.
Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder, refusing to let herself scream at the contact.
Olivia threw her head back into the sand, giving him access to her neck. He nibbled and sucked on her pulse points until she thought her heart would stop from the pleasure.
"El", she whispered when she felt herself nearing the edge. "El, now."
God, she was pathetic. He wasn't even inside her yet and already she felt as if she would shatter.
She felt him smile against her neck and his hand moved from her thigh to the inside of her panties. She felt his fingers stroking her folds and she bit her lip in anticipation.
When he slipped a finger into her, she saw stars. She had wanted him so much, for so long, and having him there, doing this to her, on a beach like some cheesy romance movie was all too much.
The ache inside her burned for attention and he answered her calls with another thick finger. He stroked the satin flesh within her and her back started to arch.
Finally she gave in, bucking her hips to meet his hand as her first orgasm rippled through her.
As she guided down back from the heavens she felt him shift off of her. She was about to cry out at the loss of contact but she didn't have the chance. In the time that it took for her to process that he had left, he was back between her legs; only this time instead of his pants, she felt his hard, naked, frame against her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him down to her. She was ready to go and she wasn't giving him any more excuses to tease her this time.
She felt the head of him at her entrance and she closed her eyes, ready to take in the feel of him. He nuzzled her nose with his and their lips met once more.
He started out slow, gradually filling the depths of her. His hands ran down the sides of her body, stopping at her hips to feel her buck against him.
As their eyes met, his thrusts grew more frantic and soon they could hear the sound of their flesh slapping together against the gentle noises of the waves.
Every time she thought she was done, he would still and prolong her climax, only to slide back into her and take her higher.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; one on her breast, the other between her legs. When he started thumbing her nipple and matching that same rhythm with her clit, she felt her whole body go ridged and start to shake.
It wasn't enough, it seemed, because before the release could escape her his mouth moved to her other breast and warmed the flesh with his tongue.
She was done for. Millions of stars and white hot flashes shot across her vision. Her muscles tensed, and burned to the point where it was almost painful.
Except she couldn't feel anything but the ecstasy that was currently ravishing her every square inch.
Finally she calmed down enough to take in the scene before her. Elliot, who she was sure had just broken some sort of world record, was lying on top of her, breathing heavily into to crook of her neck. Every so often he would place a soft kiss at the warm flesh he found there but otherwise was motionless.
He made no attempt to speak, to move, to even pull out of her. She was glad, appreciated the fact that he was too spent to move. She didn't want to ruin the moment with words or actions; not to mention she wanted to know exactly when he was recovered enough to go another round, though she suspected they should go a place a little more private.
The beach was deserted, save for the occasional passerby but she didn't think anyone could see them nestled under the pier. It was perfect, she thought, a quiet little getaway where they could just be. No work, no problems, no jealousy.
He was hers, she was his, and this was theirs.
Finally he rolled them over, allowing her to catch her breath without his weight over her. He pulled down her dress to cover backside and draped his button down shirt over them.
Fuck his pants; he'd find them later.
All he wanted was right in his arms. Her breathing had slowed and he guessed that she had fallen asleep. He smiled and place one quick kiss into her hair.
He closed his eyes and held her tighter, waiting, anticipating, waking up to her in the morning.
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