AN; This chapter is dedicated to all the patient people that waited and waited for this scene. I promised myself I wouldn't go to bed until this was posted, so it's going to be your fault when I'm tired at work on Monday! Just kidding. I wanted to get it done, and I hope it doesn't disappoint. This is always hardest for me to write. Special shout out to melonian4life (clingy_bernie).
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Olivia looked around the Italian restaurant they were at, taking in the warm and inviting décor, and the rich, intoxicating smells. Her stomach rumbled, and she quickly looked over at Elliot to see if he had heard it. Annoyingly, he had.
He leaned in with a grin. "See, I told you we had to eat first."
Olivia felt her skin flush slightly. The fact that he had used the word first wasn't lost on her.
He dropped his voice, and his tone was so low and deep, it was nearly a growl. "You're going to need your energy."
Olivia felt another rush of heat course through her body. It wasn't taking much to make her react to him; she had been pretty worked up by the time he had first knocked on her door.
When Elliot had walked into her apartment, she had clearly been in control. She had distracted him with the dress…teased him…and had intended to keep pushing him until she had him right where she wanted him. In bed, with her. But sometime between the time he walked in the door and now, control had shifted.
It was probably about the time he had knocked the wind out of her with that kiss in the kitchen.
She had tried to pout when he insisted they go out after that. But he had pushed her off-kilter with that kiss, and her attempt to get him to stay was ineffective. It was clear…she wasn't in charge anymore. So even though going out was the absolute last thing she wanted to do, he wouldn't be swayed.
When it was clear they weren't staying in, she had tried to collect herself. She needed to wrap her head around the change in plans. Well, change in her plans at least. Apparently, Elliot had always planned on going out. Who knew the man had so much willpower? He didn't typically have that much control in anything he did. He was an act now, think later kind of guy. Except for now. It was downright annoying.
She had looked down at her dress, feeling woefully underdressed. The only reason she had worn this dress was to tempt Elliot. She had hoped it would be lying on her bedroom floor by now.
When she told him to wait while she changed, he had grabbed her arm, and told her in no uncertain terms that it wasn't going to happen. He had let his eyes wander lazily over her body, grinned, and told her that the only person taking off that dress was going to be him. She had practically come from the hungry, possessive way he looked at her and the intent in his voice.
Since then, he had set the pace and the tone for the night. When they got into the into the cab, her short dress had ridden high on her thighs, and it was moments later that Elliot slid his hand up her bare thigh. He slid his fingers on the soft skin on the inside of her thighs and she broke out in goosebumps. Olivia had been silently begging for his fingers to slide higher, and it took all her restraint not to shift in the seat so they would.
When they had been pulled up in front of the restaurant, she'd had to pull herself together quickly and she cursed him once again for feeling as if he owed her a dinner before he took her to bed. She wanted to tell him that all the meals they'd had together over the past 7 years were more than enough. But he was tugging her hand and helping her out of the taxi, and she sighed in frustration.
"I called in quite a few favors to get this reservation." Elliot said. "So, stop pouting and enjoy it." He rested his hand on her lower back as he guided her towards the door, and she couldn't stop the smile that crossed her face. This was so strange. They spent 12-14 hours together a day…sometimes more…for over 7 years. It shouldn't seem strange to be here with him now. But it was, because it was a date. She and Elliot…on a date.
Now they were sitting here, in a small booth, making small talk and drinking some wine. Elliot had left quite a bit of space between them, telling her that he wanted to be able to look at her. He had his arm thrown lazily over the back of the booth, and while she was looking at the other patrons and perusing the menu, he was watching her. She could feel his heated gaze on her…and she looked up at him again.
"El…" She said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
"What?" he said, plastering an innocent look on his face.
"You're staring." She said. She wasn't uncomfortable in her skin, or any stranger to compliments or comments on her appearance, but this was…Elliot.
"You're beautiful." He said. "I can't stop looking at you." He had looked at her almost every day for as long as he could remember, but as a cop, as his partner. Her stunning good looks hadn't escaped him, and there were many suspects, cops, and lawyers that reminded him of it often. But he had never given himself permission to think about her that way. Well…not much anyway.
And tonight. Everything seemed amplified. She was sex on heels. How he got lucky enough to have her fall for him was something he didn't want to dwell on, as if somehow, she'd wake up and rethink her choices.
"I just happen to look a little bit better than when I've been up for 36 hours, or when I'm chasing down a perp." Olivia said with a small smile.
"You captured the eye of every guy in here when we walked in." He wasn't surprised, and he knew it was chauvinistic, but his ego had swelled a little as he wrapped his arm around her waist, letting everyone know she was his. Only his. "You got quite a few dirty looks from their wives and girlfriends too…and maybe some appreciative looks from a few." He winked at her and watched as she rolled her eyes.
"Just stop staring at me." She said as she picked up the menu.
"No." Elliot said in a cocky tone. She needed to get used to him having his eyes on her, because he would never see her the same way again.
Olivia leaned forward, knowing full well the view he was getting. She smiled as she saw his eyes drop down to her breasts. Maybe she could gain control again. "You could have been copping more than an eyeful if we had stayed at the apartment like I suggested."
Elliot's eyes drifted lazily up her chest, to the smooth column of her neck, pausing momentarily on her lips, and then up to her eyes. He saw she had one of her eyebrows arched as she watched him. He leaned in and rested one of his forearms on the table. "I'm enjoying the hell out of the view right now. I'm not going to stop looking at you. And I not going to stop letting my imagination run wild thinking about all the things I want to do to you tonight."
Olivia sat back, swallowing thickly. The look he gave her was purely predatory. She had always known he was an alpha male, but he had never directed this sexual intensity at her. It made her want to give in, surrender…be taken. She let her eyes slowly trail over his chest and his arms, as the way the material of his shirt stretched over his muscles. Her eyes finally reached his and she could tell he was trying to figure out what she was thinking. "Is that a promise?" She wanted to say it with a challenge in her tone, but her throat was dry as her mind filled with images of Elliot with his hands on her…his mouth…
It came out as a whisper instead.
"You know me Liv. I'm a man of my word." Elliot gave her a knowing smile before he leaned back against the back of the booth again. He loved the look on her face right now. He was enjoying the hell out of this push and pull between them. This fight for control. Each of them were trying to throw each other off their game, and he wondered (not for the first time), what sex would be like with Olivia. He couldn't imagine that she would ever relinquish control, but when he had kissed her in the kitchen, he had felt her acquiescence. He thought it would be a beautiful thing to see Olivia lose control and he wondered if she'd cry out his name as she came.
He was going to find out.
EOEOEOEOEOEO
The last two hours at dinner had done nothing to taper down her desire for her partner, and she had a nice low-grade buzz from the wine she'd had. She had seen Elliot watching her, undoubtedly making sure she didn't drink too much and make him feel as if she wasn't able to consent to whatever he had in mind for her tonight.
Even though she'd been the one to initiate things when he'd come to her apartment earlier, now that they were almost there, she felt nerves sliding down her spine. She had no idea what to expect when they walked through that door. With other men she brought home, it was for one reason only…the minute they had walked through the door, the clothes came off, they had sex, and she kicked them out. No expectations. She was clearly in charge. But this was Elliot.
God…this was Elliot.
She was about to have sex with Elliot.
At least she thought she was.
She ran a hand through her hair, wondering what had happened to the woman that had been trying to seduce him when he walked in the door. She wanted to control this situation...or did she?
She felt Elliot's hand on the bare skin of her back and she startled slightly. She let out a small laugh to try to cover it up as she started to slide her key into the lock on her door.
Elliot was surprised when he realized Olivia was nervous. She had been the one that come on strong when he'd arrived, but he knew this was a huge step for them. Maybe he had come on too strong…maybe he had scared her when he took control from her.
He placed his hand over Olivia's, stilling her efforts, and he braced his hand against the door next on her left, caging her body. He wasn't touching anything but her hand, but he felt her breath hitch.
"Liv." He whispered in her ear. "If you're not sure…" He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. It was going to kill him but he wasn't going to push her. "If you want to wait…I told you that you set the pace."
Olivia felt her nerves dissipate. Elliot was handing control back to her and the fact that he was willing to wait…willing to walk away tonight…made her love him even more. She straightened her back slightly, bumping into his chest, and pulled her hand from beneath his. She left the key dangling in the lock.
"Elliot." She said, her tone dark and demure. "You said you were a man of your word." She slid her body around so she was facing him, and she slid her hands around his waist, pressing her body against his. "And you said you were the one taking this dress off tonight." She looked up at him from beneath the fringe of dark lashes. "Are you breaking your promise to me?"
Elliot felt white hot heat flush through his body…the feel of her breasts pressed into his chest…the gravelly tone of her voice…and that fuck me look she'd just given him with her eyes…made all rational thought leave his mind.
Elliot pressed her up against the door, and there was no gentleness about it. He gripped her chin with his fingers and kissed her hard, slanting his mouth against hers and forcing her mouth open. Olivia moaned as his tongue swiped at hers, and he ran his right hand up the bare flesh on her left thigh, digging his fingers under the hem of her form fitting dress. She wanted the dress off…it was coming off.
Olivia slid her hand down his ass and tried to pull him closer, but Elliot broke the kiss.
"Fuck." He dropped his head to her shoulder, placing a kiss on the bare skin there. "I want to take this slow Liv." He rasped. "But I don't know…" A few heated kisses and the only thing he could think about was being inside of her.
Olivia slid one hand around the back of his neck and ran her tongue over the shell of her ear. "I don't want it slow." She whispered as she bit down lightly on his earlobe. "And we have all night." She heard Elliot stifle a groan as his hand went to the door, fumbling with the key as he tried to get the door open. She took the opportunity to brush her hand over his groin, and could feel his growing arousal. "Hurry." She moaned into his ear.
Elliot swore under his breath as Olivia placed open mouthed kisses down his neck and he turned the knob, barely catching Olivia as the door fell open. He had one arm wrapped around her waist as they stumbled into the apartment, and he kicked the door closed behind him and dropped the keys on the floor.
Olivia's back connected with the opposite wall and she slid her hands up, pulling his mouth to hers. She bit at his lips until he opened his mouth to her, and she slid her tongue into his mouth. Elliot took her hands and pinned them up against the wall near her head, taking control. He kissed her hungrily then, mumbling an apology into her mouth as the back of her head hit the wall.
Olivia was trying to keep up, but Elliot was relentless against her mouth. She pushed her arms against his hands…she wanted his hands on her body. Elliot kept her hands pinned, but released her mouth. He dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing his way to the pulse point beneath her ear. He sucked on her skin there and Olivia moaned loudly, feeling the wetness between her legs. The things this man did to her…
"God, El." She pushed against his hands again, but he didn't relent. "I want you to touch me." She said breathlessly. "Please." She couldn't believe she was begging already, but she knew it probably wasn't the last time.
Elliot let out a growl against her skin. He never thought he'd hear Olivia beg him for anything, and the sound of those words made him hard as granite. He released her arms then and he took a step back from her, watching as her knees buckled slightly with the loss of his body against hers. Her eyes were dark…darker than he'd ever seen them, and her lips were red and swollen. Her skin was flushed and her peaked nipples poked through the material of her dress. She was breathing heavily and the look she gave him…pure lust.
"El." She meant it as the start of a protest, but she saw the intensity in his eyes…the way he was struggling to breath…the way his hands were flexing at his side, and she knew he was fighting for control.
She didn't want control…she didn't want slow and gentle. She wanted him to take all his pent-up anger and frustration and channel it into his desire for her. She wanted him to pin her to the bed and take her. Pour all the wanting and waiting into fucking her.
"What are you waiting for?" She whispered. She knew she was pushing him to lose the fragile control he had, but she couldn't find it in herself to feel bad. She reached up to her shoulders, sliding her thumbs beneath the straps. "Do I have to take this dress off myself?" Olivia started to pull at the straps, and she watched Elliot's eyes drop to where she started to drag them down her shoulders.
"Stop." He said in a husky voice. He shook his head. "God, I want you so much." He was trying hard not to tear that dress off her body and fuck her up against the wall.
Olivia ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and let her eyes drop to the bulge in his pants. "I told you… I don't want gentle." She took a step towards him and ran her hands up his chest. She leaned in close and nipped at the skin on his neck. "I'm aching for you." She whispered.
Elliot felt something snap then...the full power of his lust tore through him. He reached down and scooped Olivia off her feet and charged towards the bedroom, barely registering Olivia's yell of surprise. He kicked open her bedroom door, thankful there was a low light on the nightstand. He got to the edge of the bed and dropped her on it. She let out another yelp of surprise but quickly recovered, trying to pull herself back on the bed. Elliot shrugged off his jacket and pulled his shirt out of his pants, but his eyes never left her. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. He toed off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, and he watched as Olivia sat up and moved towards him on the edge of the bed.
He had dropped his pants when she reached for the waistband of his black boxer briefs. He put his hands on hers, and pulled her off the bed and up against him. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back slightly, dropping his mouth against hers again. Olivia slid her hands around his waist and raked her nails up his back, and he growled into her mouth at the pain. She smoothed her hands back down until she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs.
Elliot broke the kiss and ran his hands down her arm until he wrapped his fingers around her biceps, pulling her back away from him. He swung her around and backed up until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulled Olivia closer, spreading his legs slightly so she was standing in between them. Elliot rested his hands at her waist and looked up at her. "This dress…" He shook his head. "Jesus Christ…this dress."
"Take it off." She rasped. When he had charged into the bedroom she had expected him to rip it from her body, but now…he was toying with her.
Elliot didn't say a word, but he ran his hands over her hips until he hit the bare skin of her thighs. He lifted one hand from her hip and ran it up her inner thigh, and Olivia dropped her head back and closed her eyes. She wanted him to touch her…to feel how wet she was. If he touched her, she didn't care if he took the damn dress off or not.
"I want you to take if off." He said, and his tone was more of a command than a request. He pulled his hands off her then, and she lifted her head and opened her eyes.
"Goddamnit Elliot." Olivia swore, done with this foreplay.
"Take it off Olivia. I want to see you. All of you."
Olivia swallowed hard. The thought of Elliot tearing off her dress was one thing, but stripping down for him was another. But then she realized that the thought of it was suddenly quite erotic, and she took a few steps back, putting her out of reach.
"Lose the briefs." She said, and was surprised when Elliot complied. She swallowed hard when she saw his cock…long and thick…and she couldn't wait to get him between her legs. She couldn't stop looking at him…he was hard everywhere…and she felt herself shiver as she reached for the side zipper of her dress.
Elliot watched as she slid the zipper down slowly and he gritted his teeth together, knowing it would be a test of will to keep from touching her. Olivia reached for the straps of her dress, and started to slide them down her shoulders, but before her breasts were exposed, she turned on her heels, revealing her back to him. He saw the dress pool around her waist, and his eyes trailed down the ridge of her spine. He watched as she dug her thumbs into the material at her waist. Olivia bent over slightly, shimmying the tight dress over her hips, and he gripped his cock in an attempt to keep from coming at the erotic site before him. She was sliding the dress slowly over her ass, and he saw a small strip of a black lace thong.
Jesus Christ. He let out a strangled sound as the dress dropped to the ground.
Olivia turned around with her hands crossed over her breasts and saw how the hungry look on Elliot's face. She dropped her hands then, and stood with only her black thong and her heels. She started to kick them off.
"No. Leave 'em on." Elliot let his eyes trail up her body…and she was absolute perfection. When his eyes met hers, he smiled. "You're so beautiful. God Liv."
Olivia smiled, feeling her cheeks color with the compliment. Men had told her she was beautiful…sexy. But this was Elliot. This was Elliot. It was like she was hearing it for the first time.
"Come here." He said thickly and watched as she walked over to him. The minute she reached him, he swung her around on the bed, and she scrambled up on the bed as he climbed up her body. He kissed her stomach and her muscles contracted. He put a knee between her legs and spread them as he kissed his way up her body. He let his hands travel over her rib cage until he reached her breasts. Elliot cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands. He massaged them and ran his thumbs over her taut nipples and Olivia writhed beneath him. She let out a loud moan as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and he licked and teased her with this tongue and teeth.
Olivia lifted her hips, wanting more contact, and she felt Elliot push her legs apart farther. She was so far gone…her body was on fire…and if he kept this up…
Olivia started gasping. "I'm…" she gasped again but her orgasm tore through her before the words could leave her lips. Elliot kissed his way up her chest until his mouth was on hers and he drove his tongue into her mouth. He dropped his lower body against hers, fitting himself between her legs, and his erection was pressed against her core. There was just a single scrap of satin between them and he could feel himself penetrating her…she was so wet.
Elliot tore his mouth from hers. "I have to get inside of you." He rasped.
"God yes." Olivia urged him on. She lifted her hips, feeling his hardness at her entrance. She reached down, trying to get her underwear off but Elliot was pushing himself up. In the next second, the lace was in his hand and he was ripping it away from her body.
Olivia grabbed at his hips. "Pleeeaase." She begged, lifting her hips up to meet him.
Elliot reached down and slid his fingers through her folds…he knew she was wet but he didn't want to hurt her. "Christ." He muttered. He felt her body jolt as he ran his fingers over her clit. He wanted to explore her body…make her come for him against his hand and his mouth…but if he had to get inside of her now. He rested his body weight on his forearms as he pressed himself at her entrance.
"Liv." He rasped, looking down at her. She opened her eyes and looked into his, and he wanted to cry. He loved this woman so damned much. "Tell me yes." He whispered.
"Yes." She whispered, and she gasped as he drove into her…one deep thrust that lifted her hips off the bed. She felt her body trying to adjust to him…and then he pulled almost all the way out and fucked into her again, going just a little bit deeper.
Elliot dropped his head against her shoulder and groaned, pulling back one more time and thrusting in hard, forcing her legs even farther apart. He held himself in place though, feeling her walls clutching around him. She was so tight, and he couldn't move until he got some semblance of control.
Olivia couldn't believe how deep Elliot was inside of her. He reached down and wrapped his arm around her right thigh, lifting it up and opening her up even more, pushing for every last inch and she gasped as he started to move inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, trying not to impale him with the heels of her shoes while she pressed her feet against his ass. She wrapped her arms around him and trailed her hands up and down his back as she arched her back into him. He was hitting her clit with each thrust, grunting hard as he fucked into her.
"Harder." She begged, loving the brute force between her legs.
Elliot didn't disappoint…driving harder and faster. Olivia had to grip the sheets on the bed as she tried to keep up. Their moans and groans were mixed together, a smattering of swear words and pleas to God thrown in. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies connecting over and over, and Olivia could feel her body starting to tremble…all her nerve endings were on fire. She had never been fucked like this before…had never let herself go like this before…and it was amazing and frightening…the effect this man had on her…on her body.
"Fuck Liv." Elliot was saying her name. "Oh God…" became his mantra as he slid his hand down between them. He ran his fingers over her clit and that was the end for her. Her orgasm tore through her body and she felt her walls clench around him. Elliot grunted as he released inside her, and Olivia felt the warmth of him as he kept coming…giving her everything he had.
Elliot buried his face in her shoulder as her body gripped at him with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He lifted his head, realizing how rough he'd been. He trailed his eyes up to hers and saw tears had trailed into her hairline. "Oh God. Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" He swiped at her tears and started to pull out of her.
Olivia wrapped her legs around him. "Don't you dare." She hissed, as she swiped at the tears. She tilted her head up towards him. "Kiss me."
Elliot kissed her gently. He wished he could have been more gentle…he wished he could have taken the time to explore her beautiful body…and he hoped to God he was going to get another chance. He wondered if he'd ever have any control or patience with her.
He brushed her hair back from her forehead. "Did I tell you how beautiful you are?"
"Yes." Olivia smiled. "Did I tell you how beautiful you are?" Olivia trailed her hand down his back. "A man your age shouldn't have such a hard body." She teased.
"A man my age?" He nuzzled her neck. "I'll show you what a man my age can do." He teased, nipping at the skin on her neck. He ran his left hand down to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
"God, I hope so." She smiled as she pulled him against her.