A/N: The beginnings…right here…I hope you enjoy. Please review! Claire

Chapter Ten

***EEE***

Elliot could smell some sort of floral product wafting through the living room as he relaxed on the sofa in his partner's apartment. He closed his eyes and imagined her sudsing down as the warm water flowed over her, not able to think of anything else as the aroma entered his senses. Or was he imagining the smell?

She had been in there for twenty minutes and he had made himself comfortable as he always did, cracking open a beer and putting the same game that he had been intermittently watching from the bar.

A creak of the bedroom door and the scent got stronger. It was definitely from her shower.

"Hey…all done…" her voice declared from behind him. He leaned forward and set his beer on the coffee table before turning and looking at her. Where he had hoped she would be clad in some sort of silky robe, he was only slightly disappointed to see her wearing a pair of body clinging black yoga pants and a fitted gray, V-neck t-shirt, her feet bare. Yet still, she looked absolutely ravaging. She came around the sofa as she ran her fingertips through her damp locks, tousling them to loosen them. When she sat next to him, that's when the scent of flowers hit him intensely, now knowing that it had been, in fact, her shower.

He smiled at her now before returning his eyes to the game and reaching for his beer once more.

"Shower's yours if you want it…"

He looked up at her, those sleepy chocolate orbs studying him intently, her face washed clean and without make-up and he had never thought he had seen a woman more beautiful. His eyes traveled down now to the way her t-shirt was laying on her ample breast, the curve and swell of those perfect globes that he had longed to devour for so long, and Elliot felt his pants become uncomfortable all over again.

"I'm good, thanks…"

They looked at each other again and both opened their mouths simultaneously to speak.

"El…"

"Liv…"

Olivia smiled. "You go first…"

Instead, he leaned forward, inching his way closer to her, her body not moving away, not moving closer, either; just not as aggressive as she had been earlier on the street and again in the kitchen.

His eyes traveled down to her thighs, her left leg tucked beneath her, those feminine legs on display in her fitted pants. His hand gravitated to her hip and he leaned closer still.

***OOO***

Olivia leaned her head in and let her mouth hover over his as she closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath on her mouth. God, she wanted him more than ever and she could have him right now, if she so desired.

She let her hand go to his cheek before moving closer still, lips almost touching.

"What do you want me to do, Liv…?"

"Shhhh…" she offered. "Just be with me…close…it's all I've wanted, Elliot…"

Foreheads were now adhered to the other, their breathing becoming faster. She felt his hand travel from her hip, clenching once firmly, before moving upward, skimming the side of her left breast, feeling her nipples peak instantly from arousal. Then she felt a thumb brush across her stiff peak and she let out a shaky breath.

"God, El…I'm so turned on…"

He was on her now, body leaning into hers, the sofa becoming her support as he lay her back and began kissing her cheek, her jaw line, her chin, never quite meeting her mouth that was waiting patiently with anticipation.

A hand above her waistband, fumbling with the thick fabric, noting the shakiness in his own movements.

"I want to please you, Olivia…" His voice was lusty, restrained as he brought her waistband down.

She moaned as his thick fingers found their way inside the top of her tight yoga pants, and found her clit. Instantly, her body bucked up and she could feel the sudden flood of wetness that she had just showered away.

If Elliot Stabler wanted to please her, he was well on his way to mastering that objective.

"I'm yours, El…" she whispered.

Nothing could stop this now, she realized. Her mind was foggy, her lower lips pulsating as he continued to stroke her, her hips moving in a rhythm with his skilled digits.

And then his mouth was on hers—his lips moving along her own, enveloping her with his warmth, his tongue pressing for entrance, which she gladly submitted to.

That mouth was what she wanted. She had wanted to see how Elliot used that mouth in the right circumstances. She had watched it speaking for so long and wondered how he would feel on her, stimulating her, making her writhe underneath them.

"I want to feel your mouth, El…" she managed between kisses, her left hand pulling at her own waistband, trying to lower them.

"Allow me…" Elliot moved from the sofa now and knelt in front of her, pulling her forward with those strong arms, a smirk on that chiseled face, a sparkle in those cerulean eyes.

She watched him with heavy lids as he clutched her waist band and pulled downward, lifting her backside to facilitate the process.

Once off, he tossed the soft black fabric aside and brought his hands to the tops of her thighs, eyes searching them, an awed expression on his face, his fingertips lightly raking at her now-quivering flesh.

He leaned forward and closed his eyes, taking in a breath as his mouth hovered over her, and smiled. Opening those piercing eyes, he looked at the area in question and studied her through her sheer, white lace panties, taking those same digits to her fabric-covered folds, and stroking lovingly.

"You're soaked, Liv…"

She only nodded, wriggling beneath him, her body not able to keep from doing so. She needed contact. She needed to have her partner's mouth on her, his tongue driving into her, making her scream and moan.

Slowly, he hooked his forefingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged, the cool air hitting her exposed lower body now, sending another wave of pleasure throughout her body. She watched as he tossed them aside and then she shuddered in anticipation and couldn't help her hands going to the back of his head, lightly grasping his scalp and feeling the coarse, short hair beneath her fingertips.

She smiled, thinking something, and then realized it was coming out of her mouth before she wanted it to. "I've always imagined you would be good at this…"

Her mouth hung open for a second before he looked at her again, smirking once more.

Then it happened. His mouth found her wet core and the feeling was intense—unlike anything she had ever felt in her life.

Her partner, her best friend's mouth, was on her, and it felt like absolute Heaven.