Disclaimer: If only they were mine, alas, they belong to Mr Wolf.
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In the darkened study with her desk lamp aglow, Olivia tried to get through as many files as she could. It was a deal she had made with Cragen when she had called him to organise her leave. Unable to find two replacements and knowing the squad was already inundated with new cases and old paperwork, Cragen struggled to approve her leave. Wanting to spend time with Elliot, Olivia had quickly agreed to take on a mountain of paper work at home, hoping it would give Don enough time to find a second detective and then be able to formally agree to Olivia's request.
Olivia hadn't told Elliot the extent of the workload, just telling him it was to finalise some case files. She didn't want him to worry and she definitely didn't want his help; even in the squad room his 'help' often served to be more of a hindrance.
When she heard the lock on the apartment door turn she smiled, Elliot had taken his kids out for the afternoon and then to an early dinner, not wanting to intrude and wanting to get a start on the files she had declined his pleading offer. Now he was home she'd make it up to him, anyway he wanted.
"Hello, handsome," she said coming out of the study.
"Hello, Liv," replied Maureen, grinning at Olivia's response. "Guess you weren't expecting me, hey?"
"Um, no," she replied.
"Well, dad's just dropping the kids off but I had to come back here and grab my bag … I told him I'd get a cab," she explained, heading to the guest room to collect her stuff.
"How was dinner?" Olivia asked, her stomach rumbling at the mere mention of food.
"It was okay … would have been better if you had come," Maureen said, dropping her bag on the sofa.
"Well, given the earlier scene …" Olivia began.
"Kathleen and her 'scenes', god, she's such a bitch --" she started.
"Mo, don't talk about her like that," Olivia interrupted.
"Why not? She is. You can't tell me she didn't upset you earlier," Maureen said moving around to Olivia.
"That's not the point," she replied. "She's your sister …"
"She's a pain in the ass," Maureen interjected. "She has no right to say anything to upset you," she said, hugging Olivia tightly. "You just remember that dad's not the only one who loves you."
"Thanks, Mo," she whispered, glad she had at least one ally in the battle ahead.
Soon Maureen pulled back. "Now, Livvy," she said. "We have to feed you. Dad said to make sure you ate something."
"I'll find something, it's okay," she replied.
"There's nothing in those cupboards … I know I checked," Maureen said, waving towards the kitchen.
"When?" asked Olivia.
"About 7:00 AM, I was hungry and …" she began.
"Sorry, I don't normally have so many visitors," said Olivia, leaning against the sofa.
"That's okay, next week when I stay over I'll bring a ration pack," Maureen smiled.
"Next week?" Olivia asked.
"You don't mind, do you? I just thought if this was where dad was staying then I could …" Maureen began in a rush.
"I don't mind at all," Olivia smiled, patting her arm.
"Great … now, food … want me to go out and get you something?" she asked. "It's no trouble."
"It's okay, I'll order in," she replied. "You go home."
By the time Elliot had returned, Maureen had gone and Olivia was back at her desk, ignoring her rumbling stomach.
"Liv? Baby?" Elliot called out and she grinned. She never liked baby as a term of endearment until it came from Elliot's lips.
"Hey," she said, meeting him in the living room.
"Bet you haven't eaten," he said, raising the bag in his hand. "All your favourites from Zorba's Palace … including those stuffed vine leaves … still got no idea how you can eat them."
"You didn't have to," she said, kissing his cheek and taking the bag.
"It's the least I can do for the woman I like," Elliot said, guiding her around to the sofa. "You sit and start eating; I'll go get you a drink."
"Mo call you?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah," he yelled from the kitchen. "But Zorba's was my idea."
She waited until he was sitting beside him before she kissed him deeply. "What's that for?" he asked, his eyes glistening.
"It's a thank you kiss," she grinned before returning her attention to the containers of food before her.
"Imagine what I would have got if I had bought the baklava," he teased.
"You'll get that anyway." She winked before grabbing the lamb. Just as quickly he took it away from her.
"Don't you think this can wait then?" he all but groaned, kissing her collarbone.
"I need to build up my strength," she replied. "I'd hate to run out of energy."
Elliot grabbed the fork and hurried to feed her. Hoping that this time he'd be able to get his clothes off before exploding … but with the way she was looking at him wasn't sure if that was remotely possible.
Soon Olivia took the fork back and ate slowly; it wasn't that she wanted to torture Elliot … well, not only that … she didn't want to give herself indigestion. A few times she dared to glance over at him only to find him watching her intently.
"Want some?" she finally asked, holding up the fork.
"Yeah," he groaned. She moved the fork towards him. "Not food, Liv, you. Only you."
It was the final straw.
The fork dropped from her hand and clattered onto the table as Olivia turned around, kneeling up on the sofa to give her the leverage she needed. She snaked her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as she pushed him onto his back. His hands were under her tee lovingly caressing her but soon she was struggling to pull back.
"Changed your mind?" he asked disappointed as she crawled off him.
"Nope," she grinned. "Just figured we'd be more comfortable in the bedroom."
Elliot was off the sofa and at the door before she could open it. He nuzzled her neck and brought his hand around her waist and under her tee to rest on her abdomen. She pushed back into him as his lips teased her shoulder, she groaned when contact was made with his hardening length. In response, Elliot moaned loudly in her ear as shockwaves shot through his body. Instinctively he tried to pull her closer only to have her pull away completely.
As he tried to reach for her she darted to the other side of the bed, leaving him confused. "Liv?"
"Don't know about you, El," she said as she unbuttoned her jeans. "I intend to be fully naked and writhing underneath you when I come this time and it's not going to happen if you keep touching me like that."
His eyes followed her jeans down her long legs before making trip back up, stopping when he saw her slender fingers grip the hem of her tee. Quickly, she pulled it off, leaving her standing there in a pale blue bra and panties set. Elliot closed his eyes and counted to ten … if he was going to save himself for her he wasn't going to be able to keep looking at her stunning, barely clad, form.
When he dared to open his eyes again her bra and panties were on the floor and she was under the covers draped in a white cotton sheet.
"No rush," she whispered when he made eye contact with her. His tee was discarded rapidly as he toed off his shoes and socks. When it came to his fly he seemed to be having difficulty.
"Want me to help?" Olivia cooed, kneeling before him on the bed, the sheet wrapped around her.
"Not sure if … um … if that would be the best idea," he said, eyes fixed on the sheet, remembering what happened the last time he tried, unsuccessfully, to undo his pants.
"Close your eyes and think of something else," she soothed as her hands moved his away and worked the zipper. A thread had caught in its teeth, causing it to stick.
Intoxicated by her scent, hardened beyond belief and having her hands in the same vicinity as the majority of his blood, made thinking of anything else impossible.
"God, Liv," he groaned as she tugged and pulled.
"You'll have to wriggle out of them," she suggested, pushing the waistband down on the sides.
"Don't know if that is actually possible," he gritted as she pulled at the jeans.
"No wriggling, no writhing," she cautioned playfully, her hair brushing his chest causing him to catch his breath. Holding the top of his jeans he pulled forcefully breaking the zip altogether, nothing was going to stop this going the way it should.
His boxers went with his jeans and Olivia smiled when she saw what was waiting for her in the flesh. She started her own counting in an attempt to stave off her orgasm. She couldn't believe for the second night she was in this state and he hadn't actually touched her.
"Make like to me," she whispered as she tugged his hands and guided him onto the bed with her.
"My pleasure," he whispered, crawling over her as she lay in the middle of the bed. He pulled away the sheet and nearly came there and then as he gazed at her amazing body. Admiring her beauty, he nearly missed her words.
"Now, El," she moaned. "It's gotta be now."
Needing no further prompting he lowered himself onto her, settling between her legs, placing quick and gentle kisses from her mouth down to her left nipple.
"El," she groaned. "I meant it when I said now … it's gonna happen whether you're there or not."
"Hold on, Olivia," he gritted out, his lips brushed hers as his tip pushed at her folds. "Wait!"
"Don't know if … if … oh, El," she whimpered, her already electrified body seeming to double in voltage as he entered her.
"Okay, come baby," he soothed as he felt her tense beneath him.
"Too soon," she cried, wanting their first time to last more than mere minutes.
"It's okay," he soothed. "I'm with you." He quickened his thrusting, losing himself in every moan and every movement of her body.
"No," she gritted, fighting against every feeling she'd ever experienced.
"Yes," he replied, sucking her earlobe and sending her over the edge, screaming his name and thanking god for the man above her.
It took Elliot all of five seconds to follow suit coming hard and emptying into her. Collapsing on her breathless, he registered her lips trying to find his, he moved his head to claim them and felt her panting breath against his mouth.
"Fuck!" she moaned. "You're amazing."
"Barely touched you, Olivia," he panted back.
"I know," she whispered. "Can't wait til you do."
"Give me some time … not as young as I use to be…" he replied, rolling off her and bringing her onto him.
She lay slumped over him, waiting for what seemed like an eternity for her heart to stop pounding against her ribs; she kissed his chest and neck before making her way to his lips.
"Okay," she nodded, pausing to take one deep breath. "Ready yet?" she grinned.
"Not quite, baby," he grinned.
"Oh," she pouted as she sat up on his abdomen, she felt him respond.
"Ready yet?" she grinned.
"Um … not quite," he replied.
"Well, let's see if I can help!" Olivia slowly moved back, ensuring as much friction as possible.
"Liv," he cautioned gently as she lowered her mouth.
"What?" she replied, looking up at him from beneath heavy eyelids.
He shook his head. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered.
"So are you," she replied, as she kissed his tip.
"Baby, wait!" he began as she made herself more comfortable.
"What?" she replied, kissing him again.
"Don't … that … I mean … dream come true and all but … um … " His train of thought was disrupted by her fingernails raking his length.
"But?" she prompted, grinning as she studied the intense expression on his face.
"I'm ready … and I just wanna be with you …you know?" he stumbled shyly. "That okay?"
Olivia grinned broadly … big tough Detective Elliot Stabler was actually asking her permission to make love to her … and he was shy about it, her heart nearly exploded with happiness.
Without worrying about replying she lifted before lowering herself onto him, letting him plunge into her depths. Content to sit still and enjoy the moment, her gaze locked onto his. She felt his hands knead her butt, gently encouraging her to move, so she did. With increasing speed she bounced on him, feeling him reach parts of her she never knew existed. Head back, eyes closed and biting her bottom lip, her whole body hummed as her movements became more frantic.
Not sure if she could maintain the pace, she dropped her body onto his.
"Roll!" she ordered and willingly he obliged, grinning the moment she was beneath him and her legs were anchored around his body.
"Oh, my god," she groaned as he sucked on her nipple.
"No, I'm El…liot," he gritted out as her hands clamped onto his butt forcing him impossibly deeper.
"Oh …oh…" she moaned as her body sought its release. Elliot echoed her moans, desperately clinging to the notion he'd wait for her. It didn't happen.
"Fuck!" he groaned spilling his release into her, taking every last ounce of his energy and pulling her into the orgasmic bliss he was swimming in.
A fleeting thought flashed through his head…
If the worst was to happen he could die a happy man.
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