Breeze
Disclaimer: Don't own these wonderful characters.
A/N: Okay I'm a sucker… I'm going to officially declare these continued! I couldn't leave them complete because every time I say a chapter is the last one, I get an idea and the next thing I know I'm posting for Breeze again…
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Chapter 14- First Date Bliss
FBI Headquarters, Office of Olivia Stabler
"Damn, you know you're officially unimportant when you have to make an appointment to see your best friend." Casey booms as the secretary ushers her into the office, her small eyes panicked and unsure. Olivia looks up and smiles, her soft honey curls framing the glasses she wore low on her nose.
"Ms. Novak, how nice to see you. It's been a long time." Taking off her glasses, she runs her fingers through her hair and offers a seat to her long time friend. Glowering, Casey undoes her ponytail, undoes the top button of her blouse, and remains standing.
"MS. NOVAK? Are you serious? Something is very wrong and it's been cause either by one or a combination of three things. Either one: married life has made you lose your goddamn mind, two: the FBI has you working a little too hard, or three: you are the world's biggest bitch! And I swear Olivia Stabler, I WILL KICK YOU ASS FOR ANY OF THEM!" Casey crosses to the other side of the desk, her face red with anger. Swiveling her chair around, her back to Casey, she puts her head in her lap and laughs, tears flowing from her eyes as she doubled over in agony, her laughs causing her stomach to cramp. Bewildered, Casey took a step back.
"What the hell is so funny?" No reply from Olivia, only roars of laughter, her face redder than a cherry as her cheeks started to contract. Standing, Olivia rushed to close her office door, placing her hand over Casey's mouth in an effort to silence her.
"CASEY! Stop it! I haven't lost my mind, now sit down, and shut the hell up with the dramatics." Playfully shoving Casey into a chair opposite her desk, Olivia sits on the desk and eyes her.
"Liv what's going on huh? I miss you, Don misses you, hell, everybody misses you. Including the man's who ring you happen to be wearing. I swear if he bites my head off one more time because he's not getting any-" Looking down at the rock on her finger Olivia smiles a sad smile, feeling the strain of the long hours her job demands.
"I miss you guys too; you have no idea how much. It's just we've been tracking Rosario and his men for almost a year and we're still no closer to finding him than we were before. It seems every time we get a decent lead, track it down, and manage to get an inch closer, he knows the plan and we wind up finding another fucking body! I'm tired Case, I'm so very tired. I miss being able to go home to Elliot and letting him hold me while I tell him about the shitty day I had. I miss making love to my husband." Casey nods, offers her a hug.
"I know you do honey. You need a day off, come on, we'll go shopping, have lunch, you could go home-" Olivia extricates herself from her friends arms, shaking her head vigorously.
"Case I can't. As good as that sounds I can't. Porter and I need to re-strategize-"
"Fuck that uptight, overworked, James Bond wannabe and do something for yourself. Think about Elliot; think about his needs, he is a man Liv. He's a man that misses his wife." Looking away to hide her fallen expression, Olivia nodded, sniffled and looked back at her friend.
"You're right Case. You are so very right. I know exactly what I need to do." Reaching behind her, she presses a button and the voice of her secretary fills the room.
"What can I do for you Agent Stabler?" The young woman asks in a pleasant tone.
"Samantha hold all my calls for the day. And tell Agent Porter not to call me for anything Bureau related, I'll see you all on Monday." Grabbing her cell, keys, and purse, she locks arms with Casey.
"Let's go my dear."
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The Black Cat Lingerie Shop
Manhattan, NY
"Casey how in the hell did you find this place?" Olivia asked as they stood outside the store. Blushing, Casey shoved her inside the door.
"None of your business, all you need to do is go in there and find something hot for Elliot."
"Ladies, welcome to The Black Cat, home of lingerie and other novelties. May I assist you today?" Both women suck on their lips so as not to burst out in laughter as a woman in her mid forties approaches them in a red lace boos tier, skintight black mini skirt that rode high on cellulose legs, and a pair of heels that were at least 6 inches.
"Er, no. We're just going to look for now, thanks." Olivia said picking up what she hoped to God was a vibrator, the rubber device heavy in her hands. She dropped it onto the shelf where it landed with a dull thud before she turned to Casey who was giggling furiously.
"Is it just me or do you feel like a 16 year old virgin shopping for her first bra?" Nodding, Casey picked up a pair of lace underwear and handed them over.
"You two wouldn't even have to fuck, all you need is to whip off your robe, do a 360 and BAM, instant orgasm for Elliot."
"CASEY!" Olivia chastised her with a soft, yet urgent whisper when several heads turned in their direction. "Can you not be so obnoxious all the damn time? And you wonder why we haven't hung out, I haven't lost my mind, I've been hiding from you!" Olivia chuckled as they perused the tables with various forms of lingerie lying out.
"Sorry Liv." Wandering to the table entitled, 'First Date Bliss' Olivia eyed a maroon garter belt, lace bra and thong set.
"Damn Liv, I think you just might get pregnant tonight." Casey said as she eyed the set over Olivia's shoulder. Blushing, she tucked her hair behind her ears.
"Think it's too much?"
"No Liv, I think it's going to drive him absolutely mad." Paying for her items Olivia walked from the store and into the bright sunlight of the city, a glow already beginning to overtake her olive complexion.
"I hate to bail on you Liv but I have to prepare for arraignment in the morning. Langan's got a good case prepared."
"No problem. I still have to get a cut and color, not to mention my mani/pedi." Hugging the two women went their opposite directions.
-Casey with an "I" Olivia looked down at her vibrating phone to see a text message from Casey.
-What the hell are you talking about? She typed back.
-My niece, I want her to be named Casey with an "I" Don't look so shocked, I'm saving you some trouble so you don't have to do it nine months from now. Laughing, Olivia shook her head.
-You're crazy Case
-Maybe. But you're getting pregnant tonight!
-Goodbye Casey
-Later slut
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Stabler Residence
Touching up the last of her makeup, Olivia gave herself the once over in her full length mirror, tousled her curls and slipped on her heels. Looking at the Grandfather clock in the hallway, she saw she had approximately three minutes before Elliot arrived home, three minutes to set up. Quickly she set about her tasks, her eyes continually darting to the clock. She was pouring the champagne and turning out the lights as she heard his key in the lock. She quickly lit the candles and made her way to the head of the table, her heels softly clacking on the hardwood floors.
"Liv? Baby that you?" She sat in silence, knowing all too well his hand was on his hip, ready to draw his weapon, his ear trained towards the source of the sound. She continued to sit, waiting for him to round the corner. Elliot cautiously closed the door and rounded the corner, weapon in hand. The sight that beheld him causing his breath to hitch in his throat, his gun dropping to the floor. Olivia stood and walked towards him, a glass of champagne in her hand, the soft candle light accentuating the olive color of her skin.
"You were going to shoot me, where you big boy?" Handing him the glass, she bent down to pick up his discarded weapon, providing him with the perfect view of her half naked ass. She stood slowly and put the gun in its holster on his hip, her dark eyes crinkling with mischief.
"I asked you a question Elliot." She kissed his cheek and he felt as if he was going to explode, his sky blues turning a deep shade of midnight.
"N-N-N-No Liv, not going to sh-" Olivia didn't allow him to finish his sentence as she plunged her tongue into the waiting depths of his hot mouth. He grabbed her waist, the glass of champagne dropping to the floor but neither jumped in surprise. Elliot hooked her leg around his waist, grinding his crotch against her, a moan escaping her lips. He sucked on her neck, knowing he was going to bruise her but he didn't care. Elliot brushed his callused thumb against her hardened nipple.
"I- oh God-I've missed you El." She cried, pushing her chest into his hand.
"Long hours Liv." He growled biting into the side of her breast, ready to fuck her where they stood.
"I know baby, I know. I'm sorry." She pushed him against the wall and stepped backward, her heels crunching the broken glass. Standing on the opposite wall she turned in a circle for him. She watched his pants tighten, constricting his engorged member, his mouth practically salivating. Elliot never answered her, he grabbed her by her ass and held her against the wall, unable to keep his hands off her. He fingered her curls, looked closely at her.
"It's beautiful." She locked her hands around his neck.
"You like it? Really?" His bruising kiss assured her he did. She made quick work of undoing his the buttons of his dress shirt but the simple task seemed to be a hurdle when he slipped his finger inside of her thong. Her head flew back, sending a picture crashing to the floor.
"El, bedroom baby." Nodding, he released one of his arms from around her waist so she could slip the shirt off in the process of making their way towards the bedroom. Just as she'd slide his other arm out of the shirt, he back collided with the door to their bedroom. Elliot tore her bra off and began to run his tongue over her nipple.
"FUCK EL!!" She reached behind her and turned the knob, the smell of the jasmine petals she spread over the bed wafting into their nostrils. Elliot walked them to the bed and sat her down, and she immediately undid his belt, shoving his pants around his ankles. Quickly toeing out of his shoes, socks, and pants, he softly touched himself as he watched her crawl backwards onto the bed, the tiny thong providing him a blessed view. He crawled up her body slowly and undid the hooks of the garter belt.
"Do you know how fucking sexy you to me?" She shook her head, a passionate fog in her eyes.
"Tell me baby, tell me what I do to you." He growled and bit into her hip.
"I love when your body does this." He thrust a burly finger into her and felt her walls stretch and mold over his finger. "This is sexy."
"And this," He ran his tongue over the ring in her belly button. "I can cum without you even touching me just from looking at this.
"MMMM, more baby." She rocked her hips over his finger.
"I love your breasts. They're so supple, perfect." He added another finger and flicked her clit with his thumb.
"El, I need you in me." He kissed her bellybutton, a cocky grin on his face.
"I am in you sweetheart." Her legs locked around his waist.
"El no, you know what I want. Please?" Hearing her beg he ripped her thong from her body and plunged into her with force.
"AHHHHHHHH! RIGHT THERE!" He thrust hard against her, thick beads of sweat on his brow.
"SHIT LIV!" Her nails embedded themselves into his back, scratches forming as she clung to him for dear life.
"What you're doing to me should be a sin!" He chuckled against her lips, spread one leg wider, and pulled the other around his hip as he drove deeper into her. Tapping her cervix, making her cry out to him.
"El I'm gonna cum." He nipped her shoulder.
"No you're not. You're not going to cum until I tell you to." He ran his fingers over the swell of her breast and tweaked her nipple, feeling her walls clench around him, drawing him closer to the edge.
"So close Liv, so close."
"EL PLEASE!" She was so close to her orgasm she felt as if she could cry, but she knew he wasn't going to let her go unless he went first. She propelled her hips upwards, meeting his hips in blissful agony, the muscles in her thighs feeling as if they'd combust if she moved any harder against him. She ran her tongue along his jaw, her walls contracting violently around him. Pulling out he rammed into her with force, both of them seeing stars.
"LIIIIIIIVVVVV!!!"
"SHIIIIIIIIIIT!" They cried out to each until they went hoarse and Elliot collapsed on her, sweating and out of breath.
"Goddamn that was…"
"Amazing Liv. That was fucking amazing." He pulled the covers over their cooling bodies and held her close, watching as her eyelids fluttered.
"Liv?"
"Hmmm?"
"Where did you find that get up?" Looking up at him, she gave a wide grin.
"You mean the get up you destroyed? Don't worry about it, lets just say they'll be a lot more first date bliss to come."
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A/N: Okay Curses, I know it's not A Beautiful Disaster, but my BFF wanted this and seeing as she's locked me inside my room until I posted, and I REALLY have to pee, this is going to have to suffice. I'm not kidding, that bitch is crazy!