Law and Order: SVU is the intellectual property of Dick Wolf. The use of the characters, settings, and plotlines is not malicious. This is a work of fiction.

Limitations

"I feel like shit," Olivia complained, kicking off her shoes, not caring that they hit the wall. She looked around at the place, sighing. She stepped over boxes and piles of clothes on her way to the bedroom. "You picked a helluva time to move, El," she grumbled. She rubbed her tired eyes and fell onto the mattress, shaking her head as she peeled off her socks. "You like the place so far?"

Elliot, who had walked into the bedroom a few seconds after her, plopped onto the bed next to her and began to untie his shoes with a small smile and a nod. "It's great," he said. "When the kids are here, it's gonna be even..." he sighed heavily, looked at her, and whispered, "Thank you."

She smiled at him. "I told you not to thank me," she said, standing. Her hands moved to the waistband of her pants, but Elliot's fingers wrapped around hers and pulled them away. He hooked a finger through her belt loop and pulled, then took it upon himself to unzip them and work them down over her hips. He looked up at her, wide-eyed and hopeful, and he grinned when she stepped out of the pants and moved closer to him.

Her hands slid up his shoulders, trailed up the sides of his neck and face, and cupped around his head. She scratched lightly at his scalp and raked her nails through his short hair, looking down at him as he slowly pushed her underwear off of her body. She moaned softly, feeling his hands slide back up her thighs, coming to rest on the cheeks of her ass.

He squeezed the flesh in his palms and pulled her even closer to him. With him still sitting on the bed, he nuzzled against her stomach for a moment before curling his wrists around the backs of her thighs and tugging her legs apart. A growl escaped as he bent his head and brought her body to meet his mouth. His tongue swiped upward, sliding into her wet heat.

"Oh, God," she whispered, her head falling backward. She pressed her lips together, keeping the cry of ecstasy that was building in her throat from erupting too soon. "What are you..." her final thoughts were lost on a moan and a gasp as she felt his lips wrap around her clit. Goosebumps surfaced as she became aware two Elliot's fingers had joined his mouth in their plight to consume her.

"You taste so fucking good," he garbled with a mouth full of her. His left hand, still clutching her ass, squeezed harder and forced her tighter against his face as he sucked and licked with more fervor. He'd never had any desire to go down on a woman, not until Olivia, and now it was something he craved all the time. To him, she was intoxicating, addictive, essential to his survival. The last week had been hell, work had been hectic and rough, and they'd run themselves ragged trying to get to the bottom of a case before time ran out. They had been split up and scattered, and it pushed them both to their absolute limits. He needed to devour her, make her come completely unraveled, over and over again. He was desperate for it, needing to wipe the last five days away and stake new and reaffirmed claim to his partner.

Shaking now, she fell forward into him, using all of her strength to climb up on him. One knee dropped to the mattress, forcing him to fall onto his back. She yelped, flying with him, and her other leg fell to the side of his face.

He growled again, loving how she was now straddling his neck, thighs pressed against his ears. He looked up, fighting to see her eyes, and watched her trembling hands tug and pull at her shirt, tearing it off and tossing it to the floor. He moaned, a whimper, really, as he witnessed her reach back to unhook her bra and the reverberating groan that he let fly when he saw her drop the silk to the side made his whole body rumble.

"Oh, my God," she cried, responding to the way the vibrations of his voice felt against her tender clit. As much as she tried to resist, she reflexively rocked her hips, grinding down onto his open, working mouth. She felt hims bucking and wriggling beneath her, and when she dropped her eyes, she chuckled.

He was attempting to throw his pants off using just his feet, and was doing a fine job of it. "Baby," he mumbled, "Little help?" He lightly grazed his teeth over her clit, making her rise up and squeal. He grinned, lifting his body, and shucked his pants off with a deft movement. His eyes popped open wider when he felt her cold fingers wrap around his throbbing cock. He knew the position she was in had to be a sheer vision, and he wished like hell he had a mirror on his wall so he could see the way her body arched as she leaned back to stroke him.

"El," she breathed, rocking again, harder. "El, oh, God," she panted. He was going to pull her over the edge, and she was going to love every blissful second if it.

"Fuck, yes," he spat, twisting his fingers inside of her. He let his tongue flick over her clit faster, determined to make her cum. He could feel her hand moving faster, gripping him tighter, his body fighting against her in a vain attempt to wait until he was sheathed inside of her. A guttural moan and sharp cry of his name hit his ears and a new torrent of amazing juices filled his mouth. He lapped them up greedily and when he felt her violently trembling, he grunted and flipped her over.

Still reeling, she shivered and twitched as he crawled up and over her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, moaning.

He lifted her right leg, chuckling against her lips when she hooked it around his waist. He deepened the kiss as he pushed into her, loving the keening sounds she gave him as he inched further into her. "Baby," he breathed, burying himself with a hard thrust, "I love you." His hips moved faster, harder, frenetic and powerful like the pistons of a steam engine.

"Oh, my God," she wailed, her back arching again. Her nails dug into his back and scratched, gouging deep grooves into his skin. She could be with him like this forever. She hoped she would be. "Elliot, baby, God."

He moved deeper, harder, attempting to reach the ends of her soul. "Look at me," he commanded, his body elevating a bit. He looked down at her, into her eyes, soft, soundless grunts falling from his partly opened lips. The frustration of the last few days seemed to dissolve with every move he made, the world falling around them, destroying everything except for here, now, with her.

She kept her eyes open, though they rolled all the way back, and her toes curled as fire coursed through her. "So close, right there, don't fucking stop," she wheezed. Her jaw dropped as she craned her neck to press her head against his.

With open eyes, he gave three more powerful bucks of his body and felt her clench. The noise that seemed to be ripped from her throat sent his nerves into overdrive and triggered a switch inside him, allowing him to thrust through her tightness and bring another thunderous release on the heels of the one she was still riding out. "Fuck, baby, yes!" his voice encouraged.

She knew he was close, she could tell in the way he moved, the seething breaths he took between clenched, grinding teeth. "El, please," she begged, tears threatening to form in her burning eyes, her wracked body quivering.

"Oh, fuck, fuck!" he choked, slamming into her one more time before stopping. freezing, and cursing under his breath. A fierceness in his eyes as he held her gaze, and the undulating of his body over hers, were his tells. He was cumming, hard, buried fully inside of her. He dropped lower, twitching and jerking, dotting her face and neck with quick kisses. He stayed where he was, flesh to flesh with her, and with the last dregs of energy he could muster, he got a grip on her body and rolled onto his back.

Still panting, and trembling slightly, she placed soft kisses to his chest as she nestled against him. Her eyes closed and her chest heaved. As she tried to regain composure and regulate her breathing, she understood, without a doubt, that with him, there were no limitations. She would give him anything, everything, all of herself, in every way, just as he would give it all to her. "I love you," she whispered, her limp and spent body splayed over his.

He brushed her hair back, his chest rising and falling as her head rested against it. "I love you, baby," he returned. "So fucking much."

There were a few moments of blissful silence, soft kisses and light moans passing between them, and the ringing of their cell phones almost went on ignored.

Almost.

Peace and Love

Jo

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