AN: Due to the popular response to bath sex, I give you shower sex.
Summary: EO take a shower. *Hard M rating.*
This is to make up for not giving you any sex in the previous Hot Shots and to the reviewer who asked if I still intend to eventually finish The Cover & The Roof - yes I do.
If you would like to read EO bath sex after this please see 'SVU Snippets' chapter 3 - 'Porcelain'.
And without further ado, enjoy.
DOWNPOUR
She hears water.
She almost does a double take when she enters her apartment because it's midday on a Tuesday and her shower is running.
He's here.
In her home.
Showering.
Her eyes catch the bundle of keys left haphazardly on her kitchen counter, the ones he'd used to enter her apartment.
She shakes her head, then it's moments before she is stalking towards her bedroom.
She cannot believe he is here, after they'd just gone toe-to-toe at the precinct - after she legitimately had to leave work or she'd lose it in front of the squad.
He had told her he was headed to court.
She had told Cragen she was taking a long lunch.
And yet here he was, making himself right at home in her shower.
She stops short at her bathroom door and she thinks about knocking first.
But then she remembers it's her house - her shower - her key and the bastard is losing the right to it by the second.
She enters the bathroom, steam clouding around her, warmth permeating her work sweater and slacks, the sound of the spray is deafening.
She catches his outline through the shower screen but she can't see anything below waist level due to frosted glass. His face is under the spray, a hand propped up against the wall and if he'd heard her enter he hasn't reacted.
She wants to lead with annoyance in that moment at his blatant intrusion but there is something about the stance he carries that makes her pull back.
He looks defeated, tired – deflated.
They've been fighting recently, over stupid things - cases, theories, logistics – anything and everything.
She thought it would have been the opposite, she figured a residual bonus of sleeping with her partner would have meant they'd have dispelled some tension at work, only most days it seemed to be the opposite.
He had baited her today, that's what started this entire thing, but then she didn't let up and went in on him hard in front of an audience. He'd lit the fuse but she'd doused it in gasoline because that's what she does when she's shit scared of losing something – she fights it.
Her eyes skim the planes of his bare back on view, flushed pink from the heat and all she can think is how much she wants to press her body against his. She wonders in that moment if they should take their mutual frustration out in other ways.
She quietly toes off her shoes, before tugging her sweater over her head. She strips her slacks down to her ankles before reaching around for her bra strap, and seconds later her panties are dropping to the floor.
She opens the screen door gently, his face is still under the loud spray when she steps up behind him, she takes a breath before she skims her palms lightly down his back.
He doesn't jump.
He must have known.
Of course he did.
He always has a six sense when it comes to her.
She presses her bare breasts against his back, sinking into his body, her front is slick with water, her back still bone dry.
She slides her hand around his chest until it meets with the small patch of hair between his pecks and she holds him like that, her face turned to it's side, pressed up against the rigid muscles of his back.
She wants to whisper an apology or at the very least an explanation for her behaviour today but the downpour is too severe so she hopes he will feel the regret in her touch.
"If you want out of this Olivia," his words bounce off the tiles in front of him. "Then just tell me."
Her eyes slip open at that and she tries not to let the anger in his tone and the tension in his body alarm her.
"I don't," she whispers calmly, her voice cracking beneath the thunderous spray.
His palm is still flattened against the tiles and she can't ignore the rigidity in his body, he isn't softening like she would have expected. She lets her hand drag down a little lower until she is holding his abdomen, then shifts her hips against his ass, reminding him that she is in fact here – naked – in the shower at midday on a Tuesday.
He angles his head backwards to look over his shoulder.
She glances up to meet his stare.
"You don't what?" he whispers down at her.
"I don't want out of anything." She blinks back at him with seriousness.
She watches him register the information and he starts to move, his body turning until she has no choice to detach from his back.
He faces her, dripping wet and she can see it in his eyes, he'd heard it in her words - she doesn't want out of their partnership, or their relationship and she also doesn't want to have to decide.
"You know we can't keep doing this," he whispers quietly.
She can see now that his eyes are red raw from front on and she hadn't realised how much of a toll their recent argument must have taken on him.
"We have to make a decision," he tells her.
She doesn't respond immediately, she just steps a little closer.
"Well I'm not losing my partner," she says flatly and it's a knee jerk reaction, she wants to dispel the thought because it's too much to even comprehend right now.
"I think it's a little late for that." His eyes drift down to her exposed breasts and she watches him run his teeth over his lower lip in contemplation.
She steps even closer until she is smoothing her palms up the expanse of his forearms and encircling her arms around his neck bringing their bodies together.
"We can talk about it," she promises, her words a soft echo. "Just not right now."
She isn't willing to decide if the trade off of a 12 year partnership is worth two months of whatever the hell they were doing. She watches his adams apple bob up and down under her gaze and he looks lost in thought.
"Well we may not have the luxury of time Liv, Cragen's gonna split us up any day now, that's our third fight this week – the second that you seemed intent on having."
Her eyebrows crinkle in response to that, because it was his shitty attitude that sparked it off today – he'd pushed her about a witnesses validity and she'd snapped in front of the squad.
She hadn't told him it was because it had reminded her of their early days, when he was just her partner, when she didn't know what it was like to feel Elliot Stabler's desire for her between her legs.
She lifts her chin up to him in challenge. "Point scoring are we Stabler?"
He moves forward then and she almost yelps when he backs her up against the cold tiled wall behind her, she takes in a sharp breath as his naked body presses flush up against hers. He wastes no time leaning in, skimming his lips across her cheek until he reaches the base of her ear. His mouth quirks upward, but it's not humour filled.
"I'm really gonna need you to stop picking fights with me Benson," he warns.
She feels the shift in his body language immediately, as if he'd only just registered the fact that they were both naked and dripping wet.
"Stop baiting me and I will," she rasps back against his neck, because she's not going to give in that easy - he needs to take some accountability for the chaos they continue to find themselves in.
He moves his lips back to her mouth and kisses her firmly. She sinks into it, both of them expelling air through their noses as he deepens the kiss. She loosens her grip around his shoulders, her hands lightly trailing down his chest, but he surprises her by grasping them softly, intertwining their fingers and placing them shoulder height against the shower wall.
"We aren't just fucking Olivia," he murmurs against her ear, using the advantage of space to press her even more firmly against the wall. "You do realise that don't you?"
Her lower half pangs in response, his body language and actions completely contradicting his words. He lifts back off her only slightly so he can purposefully use the distance to scrape his chest across the tips of her hardening nipples as he holds her still.
Christ, he was acting heated, brash and firm with her and she immediately responded to this side of her partner
"Could have fooled me," her voice drags, because that's all they've been doing for weeks – fucking, every which way, their lovemaking had become an extension of their work rows by the day.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" He toys, moving a solid thigh between her legs and parting them for him.
"Shouldn't you be in court?" She gives it right back, trying to play it off like she isn't completely succumbing to his arrogant behaviour right now.
"Do you want your hands back?" he murmurs as water pummels down his back and he thumbs her wrists in waiting.
"Not particularly," she breathes out against his mouth.
His lips twitch and he takes the permission lifting both her wrists above her head, keeping them seized in one of his palms. His other hand now free to grasp the weight of her left breast in his palm.
He exhales against her mouth at the fullness. "God, I've missed you," he whispers.
She breathes through her nose as the rough pad of his thumb starts to trail softly across her nipple. She knows this side of him, he is going to start out gentle then he'll ramp it up a few thousand notches. Her chest pounds in anticipation as he seizes her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugs it slowly all the while staring into her eyes.
She tries not to falter, tries not to let it on that she is weakening by the second but he'll always be able to read her, particularly in vulnerable moments like this.
"I need to go back into work after this," she warns as he continues to twist and tweak and apply pressure to her sensitive nipple, the series of sensations making her lower half pang with want.
"So no marks Liv?" he murmurs against her forehead, his accent thick. "That what you're telling me?"
Her lips bump against his chin, the stubble on his jawline a harsh juxtaposition and he doesn't give her a chance to answer before his mouth is back on hers. His lips are prickly and she instantly flashes back to their previous evening of love making, where he'd dragged her body down the mattress and planted himself readily between her legs.
She breaks the kiss and dodges his mouth.
"No more kissing until you shave," she whispers in the small cocoon between them. "My lips are red raw.. people are noticing."
His eyes drop down to her lips as he continues to pluck at her swollen nipple.
"You're paranoid Benson." He leans in to kiss her once more but she twists away.
"I mean it Elliot," she dodges his stubble. "I'll already have to redo my hair and makeup I don't need lip burns and neck hickies to contend with too."
He pulls back with a pout, his free hand instead dragging down the side of her torso, his palm flipping part way until his knuckles are sliding across her abdomen. His hand continues it's downward path, between their bodies and her eyes slip welcomely closed because she knows what's about to come. She feels his thick fingers part her lips as he drags the pad of his fingertip over the ridge of her clit and she is aching already, she knows it, he knows it.
He leans forward to breathe against her temple.
"I'll just have to kiss you down here then," he murmurs.
Her lower half pangs at the prospect and she cannot believe the puddle of weakness she has become as he starts to lower himself down her body, holding her hips firmly against the wall.
He drags his stubble down her chest, across the underside of her breast until his lips are encircling the pert nipple he'd just manipulated. He takes it in his mouth, his tongue swirling briefly before he releases it, then he skims his open mouth down her stomach as water pummels down his back. He kneels down on the tiled floor, hoisting her leg over his shoulder and moving in close enough that she can feel him breathe against her sex.
"You're not going back in anyway," he tells her in warning, then it's seconds before his mouth is on her, taking her clit between his lips and sucking, his scratchy stubble causing her to buck in his hold at the sensation. She lets her head fall back against tile, held up only by his grip around her hips. She starts to hum as his tongue flits against the bundle of nerves and her hips buck in his hold, her hands coming out to rest on his head as he starts to tongue her opening.
"Fuck Elliot."
He is hungry, demanding and she has to remember to refuse things from him more often so he can bargain with her like this. He continues to stroke her clit with his tongue, his scratchy stubble brushing her most sensitive areas. Then she feels it, his fingers slipping across her sex, thumbing her slit and she is practically trembling. He laps at her opening as his fingers continue to tease and toy and she is weakening by the second. She can't name a day this week where she hasn't come hard against his mouth and today will be no exception. He tests how ready she is, pressing at her entrance then takes her clit between his lips, sucking earnestly as he slides a thick finger determinedly between her folds.
She calls out in surprise because – fuck. She can feel herself contracting around him already, building instantly towards her first release. He has a firm hold on her as he slides in a second finger and she groans as her inner walls clamp welcomingly around his digits.
She's going to come already.
Any. Second. Now.
Her eyes are still closed when he slowly retracts his fingers and suddenly he is lowering her leg. She thinks for a second he is moving up to ready himself at her entrance but when she opens her eyes it's the retractable shower head that has come into view, the rough spray jutting out in harsh, sporadic directions across both of their bodies.
She wants to ask what the hell he is doing but the shower head is moving lower until he's lined it up between her legs. He still has her wrists pinned in his other hand as the pressure of the thunderous spray hits directly against her clit. She calls out from the sensation, bucking at first, tugging at her wrists from the ticklish sensation trying to resist it before she slowly starts to relax into the meticulous stream of water.
Fuck.
She is breathing heavily against the pressure, waves of pleasure coursing through her core as he continues to watch her intently. She swallows, the pressure of the spray bringing her immediately back to the steady build towards orgasm.
"I'm-" but she's cutting herself off, her fingers itching to free themselves but the firm hold on her remains. "I'm gonna -" she breathes out rapidly towards his solid stare. She's close and he knows it so he moves it further inward, parting her legs even further with his knee so she can feel it pounding inside her.
Her fingers curl over.
Oh Fuck Elliot. He hasn't done this before - this is new, and she makes a mental note to add it into their evening repertoire because her body is cascading with pleasure.
He moves forward, his stubble dragging across her jawline once more as his erection digs into her hip.
"Come," he rasps.
She is close already, so fucking close, a few more rounds of thunderous spray inside her internal walls and she will be careening over the edge. Her eyes slip closed in preparation but she can still feel the heat of his stare – he is watching, waiting, getting off on her complete submission to this, a far cry to her dominant behaviour in the bullpen today.
She thinks this may be his version of payback.
She whimpers - she is on the cusp again, seconds from slipping over the edge when he drags the spray away suddenly and she is left panting against a plethora of steam and heat, her body practically throbbing as her damp eyes slip open.
What the fuck.
She is about to question him when he releases her pinned hands and spins her around. She faces the wall and he lifts one of her hands up and plants it against the tile, covering it with his before he drops the spray between her legs once more, only this time, his erection drags insistently against her ass cheek.
"Hold this," he hums against her neck, giving her free hand the shower head. She takes it and within seconds he is back between her legs his fingers slipping against her damp core from behind. Fuck. She bows her head forward as he runs across her dripping heat. She groans at the sensation, his hot breath heating her nape as he positions a finger at her entrance. She sinks back into him just as he drives a finger forward, one to start, until he is filling her with a second, stretching her, opening her up to him.
Her head lulls forward and he is groaning as her body squeezes firmly around him.
He reclaims the shower head from her hand and moves it directly in front of her clit as he continues to drive deeper inside her, immolating intercourse from behind. She calls out as the water pressure pounds against her sensitive clit and she's unable to keep up with the sensations he is creating from the inside out. Her fingers dig into the grout between the tiles and when she feels him curl up inside her hitting her g-spot she loses it.
"Fuck Elliot-," she practically chokes, her forehead bumping tile. "I'm gonna need you to - fuck -"
She is panting at this point, steam filling her lungs as her body succumbs to his meticulous rhythm.
"Come," he whispers in her ear because he can feel it already, she's on the cusp once more.
She falls a little forward, her nipples swiping against the cool slick tile, her lower half continuing to rock back against him as he fills her with his digits and pounds her with the spray.
She is seconds from spiralling.
"El-" she chokes, her voice bouncing off the wall in front of her as she starts to succumb to the orgasm when suddenly she feels him slip out of her and the spray is gone.
Mother. Fucker.
She swings around and she is flushed, disorientated, furious and livid. He has already re-attached the shower head and was moving her back up against the wall, her palms coming out and flattening against the tile once more.
"What the hell Elliot?" she rasps over her shoulder.
He lets out a small chuckle from behind as he holds her hips in place and she tries to wrestle in his clutch.
"Asshole," she rasps throatily as he holds her intimately up against the wall, already trying to get her to forget everything as his erection drags determinedly against her ass.
"It's called edging Stabler and it stops here."
His chuckle continues, a low thrum that's hot against her ear but it dissipates quickly as he spreads her legs and nestles his hardness against her core. He nudges her forward as the head of his erection presses against her clit and her heart thuds in anticipation because fucking finally - her release is not far off now.
She moves her hips eagerly back against his and things grow quiet, the heat between them taking precedence, the urgency rising through their heavy pants. Her body is still tingling from his relentless foreplay, her core is desperate to find the state of euphoria he'd nearly had her in multiple times. She groans as he begins to slips forward, filling her, slowly enough so she can adjust to his girth but enough of a surprise that she calls out.
She is clamping around him immediately, her core tightening around him like a slick vice.
She just wants to fuck.
There is no graceful way to put it.
That's all she wants.
He feels her readiness, it's in her bowed head, her steady breathing, the way her ass has just knocked up against his cock encouragingly. He holds her hips as he drags himself part way out, before he is driving back in. She makes a sound of appreciation and he follows up his movement with a second thrust, this time dragging her hips back into his and she calls out once more. He goes for a third and she purposefully tightens her internal walls.
He grunts in response and that sparks him off, then it's short, sharp, meticulous pumps as he starts to fill her again and again and again.
She groans at his sudden eagerness, water is beating down on them as the sounds of skin slapping takes over, echoing against the tiled walls as they build up to a crescendo. She needs this, they need this - hard, fast, raw, heat and if the bastard pulls out right before she is about to come again she is going to throw hands.
She tightens purposefully around him once more, mid thrust and he hisses in response.
"Fuck Liv," he grates bucking forward but she's caught his body, stable enough against the wall that they don't go careening. He resumes his steady pace as she takes his thrusts again and again and again.
I choose this, she thinks to herself as her heartbeat thuds in her chest. Elliot Stabler in her shower, in her bed, between her legs and in her heart. A partner switch wouldn't kill her, but to lose access to him like this would, not after all they'd shared over the past two months.
It's not just fucking Liv.
"I choose this."
The thought had filled her mind so potently it had manifested into words and she hadn't realised that she'd said them out loud until his thrusts began to slowly taper down.
"Elliot.." Her voice drags with annoyance, her head still bowed, her eyes still closed, furious at herself that she has made him stop - again.
"What did you say Liv?" His breathing jagged but there is a smile in his tone.
His hand skims the underside of her breast as he continues to pant into her ear. "What did you say?"
"I choose this.." she is still breathless against him, her body still clamping around him urgently, aching for it's final release.
"I choose us.."
She swallows back the intensity of her confession, her heartbeat racing at what she has just agreed to and admitted.
He slips gently out of her then and she winces in protest but her disappointment doesn't last long because he is turning her round, his hand cupping her cheek, his mouth moving over hers, he draws her lower lip between his and sucks, his naked body pressing her firmly up against the cold tiled wall.
He parts her mouth with his, his tongue swiping the tip of hers until she moans with a mixture of pleasure and frustration that he's brought them right back to kissing.
He releases her mouth with a slick pop and she is practically glaring at him.
"What did I say-" she whispers breathless against his mouth, "about not kissing me." But he is already lifting her by the hips, her arms immediately complying, encircling his neck as her legs wrap around his waist. He is back between her legs, the tip of his throbbing erection pressing at her entrance and he holds her stare for what feels like an eternity.
"I choose us too Liv," he whispers and then he is pressing forward, moving between her folds until he is filling her once more, stretching her. She spreads for him, her hips opening up, her head lulling back against the tile feeling completely at his mercy in that moment.
He begins to thrust into her slowly this time and she starts to moan at the new angle and gentle pace. His hands are large and all encompassing as they hold her still against him and she thinks in that moment she has never felt so safe.
She is silent throughout their heavy exchanges of breaths because she is concentrating on the sensations, how he manages to hold her body weight so easily in his arms, how he manages to fill her so completely each and every time.
She is silent because she is full of concentration, focusing on the words that just sealed their fate, their future.
I choose us.
His eyes flit up to hers and they lock for one strikingly intimate, breath-taking moment because in a matter of a few words things had shifted between them indefinitely.
She hears his breath start to quicken and she rocks her hips in encouragement because it will only take a second for her.
"Come," she rasps, in the same throaty tone he'd used with her earlier and she feels him respond, quickening his speed, her grip around her neck tightening because she knows this is the home stretch.
They are still locking eyes but she is slipping into the depths of those crystallised blue snowflakes.
His lips curl upward. "Not without you Liv," he whispers.
And just like that, they both fall achingly and undeniably over the edge.
THE END
AN: There is actually a second part to this that I wrote prior to this one about her coming home from work later that night and getting "edging revenge" on him lol, but the way it's written doesn't fit as much now with this chapter but if I do end up posting it I'll have to do some rejigging first to make it connect. In the meantime, thanks for reading and for your kind comments. Your reviews big or small always inspire more words to flow so don't be shy! X