Here is the second installment of the One Word One Shots! This is peytoncourt's (Twitter) word, "Feet". I don't think there is anything you guys need to know about this story before you read it, it's pretty self explanatory. Though I do apologize if the ending is weird. I needed to figure something out to end this.
Olivia lay on the couch, her feet resting on Brian's lap. She was fresh out of the shower, her eyes closed as the sound of a soft alto sax filled the apartment. Brian's fingers gently ran over the tops of her feet and she smiled. "Mm." She opened her eyes and looked over at her boyfriend of almost two years.
He looked back at her. "What?" he asked with his boyish grin.
She shook her head. "Nothing. I love you is all."
He picked her legs up and moved to kiss her lips. "I love you, too," he whispered gently against her lips before pulling back and sitting back in the same position he was in previously. "How was your day?"
She shrugged. "Long, the usual, saw Lindstrom on my lunch break."
"How's that going?"
She nodded. "Good. We talked about you," she said gently, her eyes meeting his once more.
"All good I hope."
"What else is there?" Her eyes were bright with joy and love.
"So, I got news from Tucker today," he said looking back at her.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"He figures I've proved myself in IA. He's moving me."
She sat up and looked at him, a wide smile on her face. She would finally get her boyfriend back. She would finally be able to talk to him about work again. "Where?"
"Homicide."
She tilted her head. "Not the most glamorous, but…" she pulled him close. "I get my boyfriend back, and I can talk to him about everything, and I love it." She grinned and kissed him hungrily.
He let out a gentle moan and slapped her ass playfully. He heard her squeal and he pulled away. "Lay back; let me rub your feet. You've had a long day."
She looked at him questioningly. "You and my feet; you have a secret foot fetish, Cassidy?"
He chuckled and kissed her lips quickly before pushing her back. "Not a chance, Benson. But your feet… Your feet are just cute and perfect, like you."
She blushed. "If you insist I won't refuse." She felt him start to rub her feet, massaging them. She closed her eyes and let out a gentle moan. "Mm, you're good at this."
He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her ankle. "You do always tell me that I have magic fingers."
She looked into his eyes. "Apparently they're magic on all parts of my body," she winked.
He smirked and ran his hands up her legs, coming to rest on her hips. He pulled her to him, pulling her to a sitting position so she was straddling him. "Shall we test that theory?"
Olivia gasped and looked into his eyes, her forehead resting against his. "Maybe we should," she whispered and kissed him again, wrapping her arms around him as the kiss grew in heat and intensity. He ran his hands over the skin of her thighs, so lightly it gave her goose bumps. "Mm." She broke the kiss and rocked her hips against his.
"You're beautiful, Olivia," he whispered and kissed her neck. He unzipped the hoodie she had on and pushed it off her shoulders, her bare torso coming into view. He groaned, seeing her straddling him in nothing but boy shorts. "So beautiful," he said as he kissed her décolletage, before taking one of her nipples into his mouth sucking, gently nipping at the sensitive, pink nub.
She gasped and let her head fall back. "Oh, baby," she moaned and nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and his shoulder, her breath coming in short, heavy bursts. She pulled his lips back to hers her chest pressed against him. "Fuck me, baby," she whispered against his lips, loosening his tie, slipping it over his head and tossing it to the side. She unbuttoned his shirt quickly, needing him more than she needed her next breath.
"Easy baby, we have all night."
She looked into his hazel eyes. "I need you now, Bri. Feel," she commanded, taking his hand and pulling it to her body.
He moved his fingers under the cotton of her panties, running his fingers up and down her slit, feeling how wet she was. He heard her groan and he smirked. He pushed two fingers inside of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb, his fingers moving slowly. She gasped and bit her bottom lip. "So hot," he whispered.
"Baby, please! I need you, don't tease me," she pouted.
He smirked. "You want it fast and hard, Liv?"
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her breathing sped up and she gripped the back of the couch. "God, yes," she groaned, moving her hips into his hand. "Fuck, yeah baby."
He started moving his fingers in and out of her, fast and hard. As his fingers moved he could hear her arousal, and he groaned. "You're so fucking wet, Liv."
"I'm gonna come, Bri." She gasped and gripped the back of the couch, her body starting to shake, her walls contracting around his fingers. "Oooh, fuck!" She called out, riding out her orgasm. She looked into his eyes, her chest heaving.
"You want more?"
She grinned. "You know I can never get enough of you baby."
"Tell me what you want," he whispered.
She seethed. "I want your long, hard dick inside my hot, wet pussy. I want to ride you, hard and fast. Fuck you hard until you come inside me," she said in a breathless voice, her mouth close to his ear.
He closed his eyes and groaned. "Fuck, Liv," he thrust his hips up into hers. "I want you, baby."
She bit her bottom lip and ran her hands over his chest. "We need to get these pants off you then, don't we?"
He lifted his lips up, grinding into her, hearing her moan only egged him on, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down. Brian looked over her body. "Get those panties off, baby, and ride me."
She stood up and slid her panties off, kicking them to the side. "You ready for this, baby?" she asked, running her hands over her body, starting to rub her clit. She seethed. "Ooh," she gasped and let her head fall back.
"Now who's teasing who?"
"How bad do you need me?"
"I'm so hard it hurts, baby please."
"Begging, huh? Well in that case…" she straddled him again and pressed her body against him. She kissed him passionately and sunk onto him and she let out a high pitched squeal. "Oh God, Bri, you feel so good." She started to ride him, her body still pressed tight to his.
He wrapped his arms tight around her, kissing and biting her neck, gripping her ass. "Oh, yeah baby." His moans made her move faster, her hips grinding harder against his, the only sound was their skin slapping together and their breathless moans filtered over the alto sax in the background.
She whined in his ear before biting on his neck, letting out a growl. "Fuck me baby."
He smirked and lay her on the couch, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders so her feet were by his head. He started to thrust hard and fast into her, feeling her hips meet him thrust for thrust. "You like that baby?"
She arched her back and groaned. "Fuck! Yes, Bri! Oh baby, don't fucking stop. Don't ever fucking stop."
He kissed her ankles once more, his rhythm remaining steady. "Come for me again, baby. Let go, I'm right behind you," he whispered, knowing she was close when she started to milk him.
She gasped and rubbed her clit, feeling her orgasm wash over her body. "Oh yeah, baby. Come on baby, please." Her walls clamped down around him, stilling him. She felt him release inside of her and she screamed out. "Oh, baby yes!" She gasped. They rode out their orgasms together, Brian finally collapsing onto her, draping his body over hers and kissing her passionately.
They heard their neighbor banging on the wall. "Keep it down in there you filthy kids!"
Olivia giggled and broke the kiss. "I think we were a little loud," she whispered, shifting underneath him, letting out a gentle groan. "But it felt so good, how could I stay quiet?"
"God, you're going to be the death of me, woman."
She chuckled and ran her hands up his back. "I love you, Brian Cassidy."
He kissed her gently, caressing her face. "I love you, Olivia Benson," he murmured against her lips.
She broke the kiss. "You know, I think you're going to have to give me foot massages more often," she spoke with a Cheshire cat grin spreading across her face.
"You like it huh?"
"Mm," she kissed him again quickly. "We should order dinner, I don't know about you but I worked up an appetite."
"What are you in the mood for?"
"Other than the sexy man lying on top of me?" She inhaled through her teeth. "I could go for some Italian. Chicken Parm?"
"I like the way you think. There's only one problem."
"What's that?"
"That means we have to move so we can order the food."
Olivia smirked and reached her hand back, her back arching, her hips pressing against his, she let out a groan at the sensation that shot through her body, and she grabbed the phone. "What was that about moving?" She turned the phone on and dialed the number of her favorite Italian place. "Chicken Parm?" she asked him.
He nodded, and when she put the phone to her ear he started kissing her neck, just to tease her. She gripped his hair and closed her eyes. Her eyes opened and she pulled him off her neck by his hair, shooting him a warning glance. "Yes, I'd like to place an order for delivery. Just two orders of…" She let out a breath when he started kissing her breasts. "Chicken Parm, sorry." She glared at Brian. She quickly gave the address, waited for a total and then hung up, tossing the phone to the side. "You little shit."
He looked up at her with a nipple in his mouth. He let it go with a 'pop' and smirked, kissing back up to her lips. "You're too sexy for words, baby."
She let out a groan and kissed him again. "We need to stop, get dressed so we aren't naked when the delivery boy gets here."
"But you're so sexy."
"You really want some teenager getting off while he thinks of me naked?"
He grumbled. "No." He pushed himself off of her, slipping out of her. She let out a moan followed by a sigh. "What?"
"I hate not having you in me," she smirked and stood up, picking her panties up off the floor, slipping them back up her long legs. "But I suppose I'll survive for the next hour or so. Something tells me we'll be celebrating your move to Homicide until the cows come home tonight."
"Just tonight, baby, we're off tomorrow? We've got thirty six hours to kill."
She bit her lip and smirked, shrugging back into the zip up NYPD hoodie she had on earlier. "Oh the things I could do to you in thirty six hours."
"That's a lot of foot rubs, baby."
She laughed and wrapped her arms around him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "I missed you, Bri. I missed getting to come home and talk to you about what was going on with everyone at work, I missed hearing about your day. We can finally communicate like a normal couple again." She gently ran her fingers through his hair. "And I for one couldn't be more excited to hear about the dead bodies and the blood and guts that I am going to get to hear about."
"Liv?"
"Because it means we're talking. It means that we're still here, we're still good, and if I have to listen to all the grizzly, gory details in order for it to happen, then baby… So be it." She smiled and kissed him passionately, her foot popping.
A/N: So, what did you guys think? Please review, here or on Twitter UnbrokenBarista. Next word up is "Run", if you have a word you want to see me do a OWOS of, just send it in a review!