AN: So I recently watched the Season 1 episode 'Contact' where Liv's making out with that reporter dude (who ends up being an ass) & thought, wouldn't it be fun if Season 1 Olivia paid a visit to Elliot in this chapter and used the same line with him "We don't have to do this… you started it". So I borrowed it because I liked the idea of Elliot being on the receiving end of cocky Olivia and not knowing what to do with it. BUT also remember this is set in Season 12 so she looks like Season 12 Olivia. Confusing I know but I'm sure you'll keep up. This probably changes the entire vibe of the senses shots and you were probs expecting something different for this but hey suddenly I'm a big softy and it's Christmas somehow this semi smutty-fluffy out of repertoire chapter happened. Enjoy. Xx
Also please note this will be your first present of 3 – one each day until the big day.
Unwrap slowly kids.
PART 6: TO SENSE
I'm just looking at you Olivia… until you say otherwise.
His own words pound into his chest as she tugs him into the bedroom, her hands grasping his shirt, drawing it out of his pants. Olivia hadn't said 'otherwise', but her actions were most certainly giving him the green light. He wasn't expecting her to be so receptive but the moment his mouth collided with hers in the car he felt her suddenly shift gears, her need for this to happen just as much as he did. He wonders if that's all it took, his mouth on hers.
12 years.
She is kissing him avidly, unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom sliding her tongue between his lips and he wants to groan. He lets his fingers rake through her shoulder length hair and when she gently nips his lower lip he hums against her mouth. Her hands are beneath his shirt smoothing up his bare chest, over his pecks and towards his wide shoulders until she is tugging his shirt off completely.
He doesn't know why he expected softness and breathy submission from her but the response she is emitting is anything but. He tries to match her aggression, tiling her mouth to the side before he is drawing her top lip between his sucking avidly. She hears his name against his lips and he grasps her cheek in response, parting her mouth once more before he is sliding his tongue in to meet with her own. They both wrestle for domination before he finally releases her lips with a slick pop and everything stills around them.
He watches her hazy eyes attempt to focus on his through the darkness, her eyes hooded with desire. She starts moving forward, walking him closer to the bed, the whole front of her body meeting with his, urging him backwards, giving him nowhere to go. He swallows the excess saliva in the back of his throat as his legs connect with mattress and all it takes is a gentle push until gravity is sends him downward. He doesn't have long to gather his bearings before she is moving up the length of him. His hand comes up to grasp her cheek, drawing his mouth back down to his and when her body sinks into his he realizes she's already shirtless. He wants to groan when he feels the lace of her bra scrape against his pecks and sounds of mutual approval hum in the back of their throats as skin meets skin.
He slides his hand up her back, over her bra strap and back again his mind trying to reconcile the fact that it's really Olivia on top of him, half way down to underwear. She moves up to align their mouths, her upper thigh incidentally pressing into his crotch and he lets out the breath he is holding. He digs his fingers into her waist and as the tip of her tongue flits across his and he responds with a low groan. She's moaning in unison with him now, his hand grasping her biceps, squeezing them in response before running his fingers down the length of her forearms. Her skin is soft and his course fingers are a jarring juxtaposing.
Her lower half is flush up against his groin now her hip pressing into him and with each shift of her lower half he feels himself harden against her. Then it's her hand he feels snaking between their bodies, across his abdomen and heading intently towards his belt buckle. His mind spins as she begins to draw the leather out of it's clasp, her mouth pressing into the most sensitive parts of his neck. He swallows and suddenly he is moving upward bringing her into a straddling position her hand falling away from his belt.
She is still catching her breath from the unexpected motion, watching him through the darkness in question. Their breathing is out of sync and the symbolism of that hits him square in the chest. When all he does is stare at her with a look of trepidation she moves forward taking their new proximity as an excuse to kiss him once more, her mouth flattening against his as she draws him in. She breathes through her nose and when she attempts to nudge his stubborn lips apart he finally moves her back.
"Liv," he whispers through the darkness, eyeing her carefully trying to figure out just how he's going to broach this. She takes a few breaths, visibly caught off guard but the cocky look in her eyes is still there.
"You having second thoughts Stabler?" She whispers with a smile as if reading his mind. When he doesn't answer her she leans in briefly running her mouth lightly across his causing a flood of goosebumps to erupt down his chest. He can still feel the sheen of salvia on her swollen lips and it's weakening him by the second.
But he had heard it clear as day.
Stabler.. She's purposefully used his last name to create distance.
"You've been eying me like dinner all week," she quips with the hint of a smile before tilting her head in question. The only light is coming from the small crack of her door that's ajar but he can still make out the outline of her bemused expression.
And it was true, he had been eyeing her - relentlessly and dropping hints. His eyes coasting and roaming over every square inch of her curves but what he wasn't prepared for was how explosive the green light was going to be for them. He had visions of taking this slow - dinner, dates, movies, take out on the couch. He wanted to explain that this ran a lot deeper than the physical but he wasn't quite sure she understood that part.
"We don't have to do this you know," she whispers, a sudden seriousness to her tone, her face moving a little further back to consider him. "You started it." She's dropping her hands from his neck now and he can sense the mood is shifting.
"I know Liv," he whispers drawing her face back towards his but not close enough that their lips meet. He holds her until she is looking him dead in the eyes, his thumb stroking the softness of her cheek. "You know I want this," he whispers, taking the time to draw his lower lip inward before he releases it. "But slow okay," he breathes out. "We gotta take this slow."
She's staring at him with heavy eyes and it's sensory overload for him. Her eyes, her hands, her mouth, her breath, her breasts that continue to swipe against his chest with every inhale. He feels her body settle in his hold and then she's moving forward once more almost in slow motion, brushing her lips lightly against his as if testing the waters once more. When he doesn't react she runs them further across his cheek until they reach the base of her ear.
"Okay El," she hums from the back of the throat. "We can take it slow."
She moves her mouth back to his, waiting a few beats before she is pressing her lips against his in a deep peck. His chest pounds at the contact, the smell of vanilla and flora seeping into his nostrils and all he feels is Olivia all around him. It's like a dream he's had many times over and when her tongue comes out to trace the rim of his lower lip he can't help it, he's pulling back once more leaving Olivia hanging mid air.
He hears her laugh but this time it's devoid of humor.
"Liv," he whispers, trying to get her to understand. "I'm not just some guy in a bar okay, I'm your partner."
She sits back then and blinks at him, visibly shocked.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she rasps in shock.
He knows it had come out wrong.
"That's not what I meant," he sighs. "Please don't do this."
She laughs again, this time it's laden with sarcasm.
"Don't do what?"
And suddenly he feels her moving off him, the mood dropping into a tense fume as she heads for her top, fumbling around in the darkness until she scoops it up. He watches her tug it on and he stands up to meet her half way, hoping to get his point across.
"Don't pretend like this doesn't mean anything to you," he whispers, answering her earlier question and stepping closer. "Like you're just going through the motions with me Liv, this is us."
"Are you kidding me El?" She scoffs, tugging her top down he waist and running a hand through her hair. "Do you really think you'd be here right now if it didn't mean anything?"
He stares at her then, a perplexed stare and he answers as honestly as he can.
"I don't know Liv."
She shakes her head, she's starting to look really hurt now.
"You don't know," she scoffs, muttering under her breath. "Twelve years and you don't know.."
"Liv," he tries to get closer to her reaching out but she pulls away before he touches her.
"Look," he tries again. "We haven't talked about it okay, any of it. You haven't told me what you want or where you see this going. This is new territory okay… I just want to make sure we're on the same page before we.." his words trail off, he can't even bring himself to say it.
"So what page is that exactly Elliot? You flirt relentlessly with your partner for a week and now what? You wanna hit the breaks for another 12 years?" She rasps, her words chock full of fury but he'd caught the pain in her voice.
"No," he tries moving forward, his hand grasping her bicep and squeezing gently, tugging her a little closer and this time she lets him. "You're my partner okay, all I ask is that you remember that - that you're clear on what that means."
"Yeah I'm clear Elliot, we're partners, I got it," she moves him away again but not as firmly as she had before.
Then it looks as if the severity of that concept is only hitting her just now. Yes, the ring is off his finger but the fact still remains they're still partners. They still need to work together. They still need to figure out where that line will be drawn. There is a chance this will ruin everything. He sees the reality of that register on her face and he wants to stop it in it's tracks.
"Oh God," she whispers turning around briefly before back to him. "You're right, what are we doing. Elliot this is so stup-."
"Liv it's not," he tugs her back around to him. "..stupid." He looks at her with as much seriousness as he can muster. "We just need to figure out what part of us we're willing to risk here okay." He waits a few beats for that to digest before he says it. "Like I said this isn't just an.. exploration," he tells her through the darkness. "At least not for me."
A few beats pass before her eyes move between his, holding them with mirrored seriousness.
"Well this isn't just letting off steam for me Elliot, give me some credit," she responds firmly, her words trailing off, still seemingly hurt by the implication.
"Okay," he whispers. "I got it Liv, I'm sorry. That's all I needed to hear." He tries not to notice how cute her face is when it crinkles in fury like that. He has visions of countless playful tiffs before and after work and for some reason that part is making him smile most of all.
He watches her study him in response, somewhat relieved but still unsure about where this now leaves them.
"Okay," she whispers finding it hard to retain his eye contact for too long. "So what now?" She says, looking anywhere but directly at him.
"Now," he begins in a breath. "I'm gonna let you get some sleep," he draws her forward placing a kiss on the ridge of her temple, his fingers sinking into her waist as he tugs her into a side hug. "And tomorrow we can discuss how this is going to work okay.. we can work it all out over dinner."
She pulls back in surprise, her expression notably taken aback. She begins to speak but something within halts and she stops herself. He waits for a quip, for a refusal, for some sort of 'Olivia like' backlash but surprisingly she softens her stance seemingly relaxed in his hold before she nods her response.
"Okay El," she whispers, smiling to herself. "But you're buying."
The End.