Part IV.
In Oregon, she'd surprisingly gotten a decent amount of sleep almost every night. Other than the few snoring hippies in her group, she'd caught up on about 5 years of sleep.
And in a week, she lost as much.
It'd been a full week since that night in his apartment, since they almost had sex on his kitchen counter.
She doesn't want to think about how a week before that, he'd been pissed beyond words at her.
The case they got called into that night unraveled throughout the week and it turned into something bigger. A week on about four hours of sleep.
Once again, it is Thursday night and all Olivia can think about is Elliot and Sleep. And sleeping with Elliot. She's never caved so quickly for a man, and although it is a bit embarrassing, she also craves more of him. And the fact that during the week of nonstop investigation, he's constantly looked at her like his next meal.
So that didn't help.
She runs a hand through her hair and sighs. She needs real food, a shower, about 10 hours of sleep, and she's good to go for the next few days. That's all. Too much?
Almost as if her boss has read her mind, the stout man comes out of his office, dark circles under his worn eyes, "Benson, Stabler, I don't need this investigation being screwed up by your tired asses. Go home, get some sleep, and be back here Saturday morning. 6 AM." He looks as if he could catch a few too.
Olivia massages her temples and the relief that drains from her body is almost orgasmic. The thought of sleep brings a smile to her face.
She looks at her partner, who is looking at her, and she gives him a weak smile. She knows what he's thinking, and the thought makes her bite her lip. The fact that he's so eager to be with her is sending shocks through her body.
"I need food, a shower and more than a few hours of sleep before we.." she looks around and leans closer, biting her lip "finish what we started."
He smirks and leans in too, crossing his hands over his desk. "Who said I was going to say anything about that?" He asks, a coy smile on his lips.
She rolls her eyes and stands up, grabbing her purse and jacket. "Alright then, I suppose I'll see you on Saturday. Bright and early."
He lets out a groan and follows her as she walks out of the 1-6. And just like she would do anything for him, he'd do the same in a heartbeat. "How about I take you to get some food on the way to your place, we'll shower, then…." he trails off as they pass a group of uni's. They step into an elevator, and as soon as the doors close, he has her against the wall. "Then, I can help you relax. Give you a massage, maybe an orgasm.." he smiles boyishly, pressing his body against hers.
She lets out a breath, and a brief thought runs through her head about elevator cameras. But it's quickly lost when his lips press against hers. She'll never get tired of his warmth.
Their tongues slide against each other in a battle of dominance. A single moan escapes her lips before he pulls away completely, then it's a whimper.
"Who said anything about we taking a shower, huh?" She asks breathily, her hands caressing his chest. "What if I want to shower alone?"
"We will be taking a shower together because I know how long you take. Besides, what's the harm in killing two birds with one stone, huh? You could wash the case off for a day while I make you come so-"
She clamps her hand down over his mouth and bites her lip. "Save it." She murmurs, and as soon as the words escape her lips, the elevator dings and the sliding doors open.
**E&O**
Olivia leans back in the booth, fork clanging against the empty plate. Comfort food when comfort wasn't needed is one of her guilty pleasures.
Elliot has yet to finish his food, but he isn't too far behind. A few days without a real meal is doing a number on her. The carbs and calories of the chicken alfredo give her a spark of energy that she's sure will be gone by the time they get to her apartment.
"That was better than it should have been. I need to not go such a long time without meals."
Elliot nods, wiping his mouth with his napkin, "You and me both."
Olivia finishes off her water then pulls out her wallet, "I got it this time."
"You sure?" He asks, his own wallet between his fingers. "You bought last time. My treat this time?"
She throws two twenties down onto the table and stands up, "Mm no. You'll get your treat when we get back to my apartment. Now let's go, old man."
Elliot is slack jawed at Olivia's insinuation, only registering her insult a few moments later. "Old man my ass.." he mumbles, following the brunette out of the diner.
When she steps into the chilly evening, she can't help but smile. She's still a bit confused on where she and her Partner stand, especially with a new, budding relationship, but the fact that he isn't showing any signs of anger towards her anymore is an extremely good sign.
"Car's this way, Benson." His gruff voice snaps her out of her thoughts and she turns to look at him.
"Right. Sorry I was thinking."
"Hm. About what?" He asks, his shoulder brushing hers as they walk down the sidewalk.
She shrugs, looking at the lamps that line the street, "Just about the past few weeks I've been back. It was rough at first, and I know it's my fault really, but.. I'm just really glad we're okay again." She didn't mean to let that much out, but she figures that since he's almost seen her completely naked, a few vulnerable words won't do much damage.
"Yea, it was rough. For both of us. But for the record, I'm glad too. And.." he stops, wrapping his arms around her middle, bringing their bodies flush together. "I'm glad that we can be together.. like this." He murmurs, lips brushing over hers.
"Me too." The words are merely a whisper, but they're full of emotion.
He kisses her tenderly, taking her top lip in between his before letting go completely. "It's getting late and if we both want to shower before we end up falling asleep where we stand, we better get going."
She takes his hand in hers, and simply nods, pulling him towards the SUV he'd bought to accustom his children.
**E&O**
She'd fully intended to take a shower then shag Elliot, but the minute she steps into her shower, Elliot somewhere in her living room or kitchen, she really feels the weight of the day. Of the week. She's exhausted, and it isn't just physically.
She knows that Elliot will understand, he won't bat an eye if she tells him she doesn't want to have sex tonight. He'll agree as if he'll get some any other time, like it's no big deal. But they both know that this is a huge deal, and that's why she thinks that maybe they should wait. To when it will be perfect, and the only exhaustion present will be after, when they're both satisfied.
She tilts her head up under the spray, enjoying the few seconds of bliss. The air is thick from steam, but she thinks that maybe there's some tension in the mix. Tension from sexual frustration, tension from the way she and Elliot were just a few days before, tension from the case that was probably far from being solved, and tension from the Dean incident.
The sound of the water being sucked down the drain clears her mind, and along with the water, the tension goes away.
At least some of it.
She figures that the sexual tension between her and her partner will always be there. It's hard to look at him and not wonder what his hands feel like on her body. She shakes her head and hurries to finish her shower, because she remembers that Elliot wants a shower too.
When she finishes, she pulls on her robe and runs a brush through her hair, then pads out into her bedroom. She rolls her sore shoulders, and thinks briefly about what she did to them to make them sore.
It's probably just exhaustion.
She hears a knock on her bedroom door as she rummages through her underwear drawer, and she pauses. She looks into the mirror, making sure there's nothing teasing peaking out.
"Come in, El," she speaks loudly, crossing her arms over her breasts.
His head is turned down slightly, and she smiles at his attempts to be gentlemanly. "I uh, I just realized I don't have any clothes to change into." He murmurs, his eyes turning up to her.
The moment he does, any other word dies on his lip, his mouth running dry.
She watches as his eyes drag slowly down her body, and she feels her nipples tighten under his gaze. "I have one of your shirts you can wear but that's about it." She says quietly, her dark eyes on his.
"Do we need clothes?"
Her breath hitches and she subconsciously tightens the belt on her robe. She knows he can see her aroused nipples through the thin fabric of her robe. She wants to tell him that tonight isn't a good night for sex, but the gush of liquid between her legs tells her otherwise.
She bites her lip and shrugs. "You go get in the shower and I'll find you something."
He does as he's told, but not before wrapping his arms around her waist, sliding his hands down the soft material to where it rests on her plump backside. He squeezes, bringing her closer, and attaches his lips to the skin below her ear. "If you don't want to do anything tonight just tell me," he rumbles, his voice thick with arousal. "But until you do…" he doesn't finish his sentence, just pulls away and takes her body in once more.
And then he's in the bathroom, door closed.
And all of a sudden she's not so exhausted.
She lets out a deep breath and sits down on her bed. She can feel her heart thrumming in her chest, and the faint sound of rain outside her window. When did it start raining? When she hears the shower turn on and the scraping of the shower curtain rings against the rod, she know's she's safe to get dressed. She doesn't need him walking in on her while she's naked. Not while she's trying to figure out if tonight is the best night to consummate their relationship.
Relationship. Damn.
That's such a scary word, to her at least. They never worked in the past, either because of her job or because of her possessive partner.
Those two aren't problems anymore, seeing as her partner works with her and knows the job as well as she does.
She's not even sure if partners are allowed to be in intimate relationships.
Shit.
She stands up and paces around the room, thinking about what they're going to tell their boss. She's not ready to be split from Elliot. She came back because she missed working with him. Seeing him every day, helping people regain their lives with him.
She runs a hand through her damp hair and bites her lip. She didn't quite think things through.
She looks at the clock, seeing that it's nearly midnight, and she sighs. She moves back towards her dresser and pulls out a pair of panties and a night shirt. It's long enough to where it covers most of her legs, stopping a few inches above her knees.
She slips on her panties, then unties her robe, not paying attention to the stopping of the shower, or the unlocking of the bathroom door.
She's about to drop the robe when she hears his husky voice, "You trying to put on a show?"
She jumps and covers her body with the robe, half hanging off her shoulder, "Fuck, Elliot," she hisses turning her back to the half naked man in front of her. His chiseled chest is exposed and flashes of the night they changed their relationship rush through her head.
"You're wearing a hole in your carpet. I heard you pacing from in the bathroom. What's going on, Liv?" His voice is still husky but there's concern in it too, and she feels bad for worrying him.
She shakes her head and ties the strap of her robe tight around her waist. "Nothing.. I just.. I didn't think this through. We have to tell Cragen if we start something El, and I don't think I'm ready to lose you as my partner." She sits down on her bed, leaning back on her hands.
He crosses his arms and stands in front of her, his bottom half only covered by the thick, navy blue towel around his waist. "Even if it means we'd get to be more than partners?" His voice is soft, and she can't help but revel in it. She's not used to this Elliot. She's used to rage and fists and anger and brooding.
She doesn't know which she prefers more.
Her eyes flit up to his and she bites her lip. "What if we don't work?"
He drops his arms to his sides and chuckles, a genuine sound rolling off his tongue. "Olivia, you were there at my apartment a few nights ago. Very involved. I don't think working would be our problem."
She sits up straight when he kneels in front of her, his hands resting on either sides of her hips. She runs her fingertips over his muscular shoulder, then down his arm. "What do you think our problem would be then?" She can hear the insecurity in her own voice and she kicks herself for once again showing vulnerability.
"I think.." he starts his fingers burning a trail up her calf, then stopping to rest on the outside of her thigh under her robe. His hand is branding her skin and God she wants more of that contact. "That our problem would be.." He moves the silky material away from her body, revealing the patch of lacy boy shorts. "Not knowing when to stop." He finishes, moving her knee, then the other.
He's spreading her legs.
She wants this to be a serious conversation but she can't be serious when he's kissing the inside of her knee, her thigh, her-
"El."
Her head tilts back when his teeth graze her lace covered clit.
"You know what I think, Liv?" He husks against her core, his tongue tracing her inner thighs and up to her naval.
"Hmmm?" She moans, leaning back on her hands once again.
"I think that-" he hooks a finger inside her panties and moves the cloth away from her center. "Being together like this, would be so much better than just partners. Don't you?"
"Mmmhhhmmm." She's out of words when his tongue dips in between her folds.
He's distracting her, and by God she doesn't mind one bit. Not when his fingers drag her panties down her legs, not when his nimble fingers untie her robe, and most definitely not when he sucks her aching clit into his mouth while he pushed her robe back.
Fuck work, fuck exhaustion, and so help her, fuck Elliot.
She drops back onto the bed and arches her body. He's rather talented with his mouth and she wishes she'd have known this sooner. She can't stop- nor does she want to stop- the moan that rips from her throat. She's coming undone, completely, and irrevocably, just for him.
She moves her right leg up, and over his shoulder, bringing him closer to her dripping heat.
He complies happily, hooking his hand around the top of her thigh and dipping his tongue into her opening.
Her mouth drops open and her fingers dig into his scalp.
"Elliot."
Her voice is pure sex, laiden with desire. He's never seen nor heard this side of her, and he doesn't ever want to go without seeing it again.
He can tell she's close by the way her hips buck against his mouth, the way she lets out a deep, breathy moan every time she breathes out.
She can't believe how close she is in such a short amount of time. She almost feels pathetic.
But that thought is pushed away when she feels two thick fingers enter her body, roughly.
"Yes! God, right there. Fuuuuck." She calls out, her hand joining the other on his head. It only takes a few moments of deep strokes, fingers curling up against her G-spot, before she's coming hard against his mouth. His name rolling off her tongue like a prayer, his tongue worshiping her body like a temple.
This is what heaven is like, she decides. Obviously, there's nothing better than Detective Elliot Stabler making you come with his mouth and fingers.
After a few moments, and tender strokes of his tongue against her sensitive flesh, her breathing returns back to normal.
She needs a minute. She knows he's not done with her but she needs a minute to be sure that she didn't snap her spine during that orgasm.
"You okay?" He pants, his fingers sliding up her thighs and over her hips, coming to rest on her abdomen.
She sits up on her elbows, her bottom lip between her teeth, "I wasn't expecting that."
"You think too much, I thought I'd show you how good it feels to just.. do." He has a sly smile on his face and she can't help the blush that spreads on her cheeks, and the tightening of her nipples.
"We still have plenty to work through, El."
He runs his palms over her thighs, "I know.. I know. But let's not try and overanalyze anything, okay? One day at a time."
She nods, pulling him up for a kiss, and she moans at the taste of herself on his tongue.
He crawls in the bed, not bothering to remove his towel, "Let's get some sleep," He murmurs, though the sound in his voice tells her he's completely not up for sleep.
He's got her so keyed up, she wonders if she'd even be able to sleep if she tried.
They both get under the covers, and cuddle up next to each other, her head on his shoulder, hand on his chest. She avoids the fact that she's completely naked, reminding herself that he isn't quite decent either. But he's got the towel on and that can't be comfortable.
Suddenly she doesn't feel tired. Again.
She can feel his breathing even out, and she know's he's on the verge of sleep. She wants to make him feel as good as he made her feel just moments ago.
How can he go from… eating her out.. to half asleep in less than 10 minutes?
She thinks about the way they were a week ago, even a few weeks ago. Things were rough. She'd just wanted her best friend back. Now, she still doesn't really have her best friend, but she has more. Her mind tells her over and over that this isn't the right thing to do, but her heart and her gut and that little craving between her legs tell her that having him like this is way better.
She caresses his chest a bit, letting her fingers drift over the soft hair peppering his torso. Her hand slides lower, lightly moving over his belly button.
"What're you doing?" He mumbles, his voice hoarse with either sleep, or arousal. Probably both.
"Can't sleep," She murmurs, her eyes drifting shut as her hand moves lower.
She feels his breath hitch when she pulls the towel apart, letting one side fall to the side, and she almost moans out at the heat she can feel under the blanket.
"Liv," He grinds out, turning his head towards her as her fingers smooth over the patch of hair below his navel.
"I wanna touch you," She whispers, moving her head to look at him.
Her fingers come in contact with his semi hard erection, feeling the weight of it as she takes him into her hand. Her eyes slip back open as she strokes him softly, her breaths picking up as he hardens.
"I've never come that hard or fast while a man went down on me.." She whispers in his ear. She squeezes him softly, speeding up her movements. "I want you."
He growls at her words, and she can't quite comprehend that she's here right now, with him, like this. Even though they've kissed plenty of times over the last week and a half, even though they almost had sex on his kitchen counter, it still feels surreal to her.
She feels his breath brush her bangs, and in moments, she's flipped onto her back, forcing her to let go of his hardened member. "Not fair," She murmurs, but it's muffled by his lips. She still can taste herself faintly on him and, once again, the thought that he'd been between her legs with his fingers and mouth sends ripples of heat and wetness surging to her core.
"What's not fair?" He teases, spreading her legs with knees.
"I wanted to please you," She nearly pouts, and she almost hates herself for sounding like a teenage girl who'd just got her phone taken away. It's almost sickening actually, but the look on Elliots face tells her he doesn't really mind it.
"Who said there couldn't be pleasure?" He grinds into her, skin on skin, wetness coating him in all the right places. "This seems pretty pleasurable to me…"
"Elliot…" She hisses, her sensitive core tingling with the promise of another orgasm. Perhaps stronger than the first. God, the things this man does to her. It should be illegal. "I wanted to-" Before she can finish her sentence, she feels him nudging at her entrance, pushing softly through the resistance. She moans out at the feeling, digging her nails into his shoulder blades.
"Wanted to what, baby?"
"Fuck," is all she can get out.
"As you wish," He husks, pushing deeper, harder. He's inside of her completely now, and she can't remember a time where she's ever felt this full. She can't remember feeling this complete and whole and- dare she say it- loved.
It's crazy to think about it really, the fact that they're here, in her bed, connected in the most intimate of ways. He's fucking into her hard, but slow, making her feel every last inch of him. She's so full, she doesn't even have the room to let out a moan or even the tiniest of whimpers.
Her nails drag down his shoulders, over his back and she digs her fingers into the supple flesh of his ass, urging him on. She know's there's going to be marks tomorrow. On both of them. They're both too passionate for anything less.
"God, El," She shrieks, arching her back as much as she can, feeling him hit her at a new angle.
It's bliss.
Pure, utter, unadulterated, bliss.
And it's torture.
The bastard pulls away from her in the same moment she arches, instead resting his hand against the headboard, gripping it with tight fingers. His other hand pulls her hips roughly into his lap. She's at a weird angle, her ass perched in his lap as he sits on his calves, her back and head barely touching the bed.
She pushes up onto one of her hands, the other hooking around his neck, and she's almost riding him now. She has the room to grind down on him. She tilts her head back, letting it loll against the arm that's holding her up.
"What you do to me, woman," He growls, slamming into her hard. He sits back flat on his ass and lets his legs stretch out behind her, her own legs wrapping around his waist. He has both hands free, now able to grasp her hips and move her at a faster pace in his lap.
"I'msoclose," she cries, clenching around him.
"C'mon Liv, let me see you come for me again."
That's all it takes.
She's arching backwards, hips gyrating almost violently against him, pulling him deeper into her. Desperate cries rip from her throat, and he's careening over the edge with her, unable to withstand the sight of her coming around his cock. He grunts as he spills deep inside of her.
It takes several moments for them to actually come down from the euphoric states, and when they do, they collapse onto the bed. She nudges the towel off of the side of the bed and pulls only the sheet over them, feeling too hot for anything heavier.
"Jesus, Olivia." Elliot breathes out, pulling her body close.
She knows she'll feel a little sore tomorrow. Nothing unwelcome though.
"That was incredible."
"Definitely," He murmurs, burrowing his face in between her shoulder and neck. "Please don't run anymore."
She's knocked sideways, not knowing if she heard him right. "El?"
"I know I've been angry with you about leaving, but anger was the lesser emotion. I missed you so fucking much, Liv. I was hurt and.." She can tell this is hard for him, hard to talk to her about what he's feeling because he never does it. Not with her, not with his ex wife, not with Huang. He doesn't do this.
"No more running, El." She whispers reassuringly, caressing the back of his head with her fingertips. "I promise." It's scary for her to promise something like that, but it's the least she can do. Not running would prove to him that she, in fact, does care about him. After tonight, she can't bear the thought of not being with him.
"Things will get rough.. We'll have to tell Cragen and he's probably going to split us up. Maybe even transfer one of us." She knows he felt her stiffen a bit, but he keeps going, "Liv, being with you like this is worth losing you as a partner."
"I know.. I.. I feel the same way," She murmurs, "I just don't.. I'm not used to so much change in my life. It's gone from 0 to 100 and.. I really enjoy this, but it's going to take time getting used to. That's all. I won't run, not from you, not anymore, but that doesn't mean I still won't want space. Especially with all of this change."
Elliot smiles softly, knowing how independent she is, and most likely always will be. "Understandable."
She smiles back at him and kisses him softly, nibbling his bottom lip. "That also doesn't mean that change isn't good. Sometimes it is."
"It definitely is right now."
"Agreed."
"We should sleep now."
"Agreed."
They burrow into the bed more, getting comfortable, the heat of their bodies enough to lull them to sleep. And for the first time in months, they both fall asleep with very little stress on their shoulders.
End?