A/N: The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces (Rage Against the Machine)
DISCLAIMER: SVU and all related plot/characters originally belong to Dick Wolf. This story, words, and dialogue are mine. © TStabler
"Good Lord," Elliot stifles a yawn as he takes off his suit jacket. He tosses it into a pile in the corner of the bedroom, reminding himself to take the mountain of clothes to the dry cleaner. He snickers at the mundane thought because he's never been at ease enough to think such things. Especially not after work. "I've only been behind that desk for less than twelve hours, and I can't blame Cragen for running off the way he did after how many fucking years," he says as he pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt.
She laughs as she pulls her shirt over her head. "Well, you looked good behind the desk," she says, and she empties her pockets before she drops her pants, tosses her clothes into the hamper, and she's about to reach behind her to unhook her bra, but he moves to her. His hands wrap around her shoulders, stopping her. With a quirked eyebrow, she smirks at him.
"And you looked good bent over it," he says, smoothing her hands away. After he unhooks her bra, he pulls it off of her shoulders, lets it slide down her arms and fall away from her. He moves his hands, then, to her bare ass, squeezing first and then slapping her hard, careful to avoid hurting her with his cast. "Can't get enough of you," he says through a clenched jaw. He kisses her hard and then guides her hands to his pants. "Take them off," he says, still kissing her.
"The kids," she whispers against his lips. It's not something she's used to, yet, not something she's accustomed to worrying about. His kids are in the house, she's in his bedroom on the same floor as his four beautiful children. Sure, the bed has become theirs, the walls have been painted, the furniture has been waxed, the sheets and canopy have been changed, and she now pays half the mortgage which her name is on, but something still feels very wrong about being here. Wrong, but so fucking right.
"They're sound asleep," he mumbles back, and he chuckles as she works on his belt and zipper. He feels her hands move into his pockets, making sure his badge, phone, and wallet land with hers on the end table. He kisses her as she shoves down his pants, then moves with her, guiding her toward the bed, wrapping his hands around her as he throws himself onto the mattress, taking her with him. "Quiet," he tells her, and then he aims and fires.
She presses her lips together hard when he thrusts forward fast, sheathing himself completely. "Fuck," she hisses. It's intense, the way he fills her, the way he fucks her, the way he loves her. "God, Elliot."
He moves his left hand to her right breast and he squeezes hard as he drops his head and sucks her nipple into his mouth. "Shh," he warns, silencing her loud moan. The kids are asleep; they need to stay that way. When he moves his right hand behind her knee, he chuckles and pulls hard on her leg, opening her wider.
"Oh, fuck," she breathes, her fingers twist the bedsheets and her back arches, she feels him shifting, moving, thrusting faster. She eyes him as he rises to his knees, and she holds her breath when she notices the way his entire body seems to go rigid.
His eyes are focused on their connection; he watches with dark eyes and a firm smirk, amazed at the way his dick slides out of her, glistening, coated in her, then disappears when he bucks forward. "So fucking hot," he says softly, and he moves his left hand lower, down her body, until his thumb strokes her clit over and over.
Tonight, it's not about control, it's not about venting or unleashing his anger, it's about his need to send her to the moon and back and prove he's not a selfish lover, that this isn't just for him. He growls as he bends over and kisses her, mumbling against her lips. "How do you want it?"
"Harder," she whispers to him, and she sees the glint in his eyes, the way his lips curl. "Fuck, harder," she says again. As soon as he starts slamming into her more forcefully, she moans and rolls her eyes as an erotic smile crosses her face. "Yes, baby, yes," she breathes. It's uncanny, the way he knows what she needs, what she wants, and gives it to her without hesitation, because it's always the same thing he's after.
With every move of his hips, he pushes away the thoughts from the day that are knocking at the back of his mind. The arguments he'd been in with people who'd refused to take orders from him, the tension he'd felt from dodging calls and questions about Cragen, the self-control he'd exerted to keep from punching walls and hurting the uncooperative hump they'd gotten in the box. He looks down and smirks at her; she's the reason.
He grips her arms, presses them down into the mattress. "You always know," he growls, his hips move with more unforgiving speed. It hits him faster than he expected, but he feels her clenching and pulsing around him as the heat rises in him. He slows his thrusts but keeps them hard, punishing. He kisses her again, holding her down as he grunts into her mouth.
Their phones ring, the same loud tone at the same time, but they're still looking into each other's eyes, still slamming against each other. Voicemail exists for a reason. "El," she whispers. She waits until he looks into her eyes. She knows the rules. "I'm gonna cum," she tells him, and she twists and bends her wrists to clutch his arms as they pin her down.
"Fuck, fuck," he spits out, and he thrusts until her body imprisons his, he knows she's cumming now, he can feel it. He covers her mouth with his, catching her cry, feeling her thrash beneath him. When he cums, his body tenses and shakes, his ass clenches after one final thrust into her, he gives a rumbling growl of her name.
Her shaking doesn't subside until he thrusts again, twice, and then goes limp on her, and he's panting in her ear. Her weak arms pull themselves up slightly and her hands drape over his back. "Oh, my God," she breathes, her chest heaving.
He chuckles and nods, kisses her again, and when he hears his phone ring again he rolls his eyes and says, "Don't move."
"Can't," she puffs to him. She watches as he shoots out an arm and grabs his phone. She whimpers as he moves, his hot cock nestled inside of her, grazing her sensitive walls.
He peers down at her with a sneaky, sexy smirk. "Stabler," he says into the phone. He bends his head and softly kisses her as he listens to the voice on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, I got it, thanks." He hangs up and kisses her again, deeply, longer.
"Who was it?" she asks against his lips.
He brushes his nose against hers and says, "The night crew. I have to call Munch and Fin. Send them out to a scene on Thirtieth." He kisses her again and when he feels her clench he says, "I created a monster, huh?"
"So did I," she bucks against him. They're the only ones who've ever given each other what they truly crave, what they so desperately need, and neither has any intention of giving it all up now. She kisses him again, and then she waits in silence as he calls Munch. Biting her lip, she reaches over for her phone, checking to see who'd called her. "El," she whispers, slapping his arm. "El!"
He hangs up and looks down at her, seeing the look in her eyes. "What?"
She holds her phone out and says, "Cragen called."
"Call him back," he says quickly, and he gets a good grip on her as he rolls them over, keeping her down to him, staying inside of her. He watches as she dials, and he feels the temper scratching at him, trying to escape. He takes a deep breath, looks into her eyes, and he lets her calm him down before it's too late. It amazes him how quickly it happens now. How instantaneous.
Her eyes widen when Cragen answers her call. "Captain, what is going…" her eyes drop to Elliot's, her hand moves over his chest. "Yes, he...he is." She slowly moves, peels herself off of him, and hands him her phone. "He wants to talk to you."
He narrows his eyes and scoffs, taking the phone from her with the fingers of his broken hand, and he gets out of the bed with a huff as he spits out a disheartened greeting. Cragen is the last person he wants to talk to, especially now. "You're where? Why are you all the way the fuck out there?" He starts pacing around the room, unaware she's staring at him.
She can't help it. Every muscle in his body is rippling as he moves, his cock is hard and tight against his thigh, it's tip against his navel. She bites her lip, trying to suppress the urge to moan, knowing if she does Cragen would hear her.
"When are you coming…" he stops when his eyes land on her, they darken and widen. She's sprawled on the bed, her thighs parted, one hand slowly running up and down her stomach, the other smoothing over one of her breasts, teasing a nipple. He drags his hand down his face and the surge of fury he'd just felt is nothing but a memory.
She sees the look in his eyes, the way he's staring at her, and she raises an eyebrow. He isn't the only one with a sadistic side. She drops back to the pillow, lets her legs fall slightly more apart, licks her lips, dares him to make a move.
He grabs his cock when he feels it twitch, grips it tight, and starts to stroke. "Fine, whatever, do what you have to do. Just...we're glad to know that you're okay." He eyes her and gives her an almost threatening gaze. "You, too, Cap. No, I'm...I'm not mad at…" he smiles and lets out a short laugh. "Yeah, I am different. Thanks. Bye." He hangs up and tosses his phone back down on the table, then leaps into the bed with her.
She laughs at the way he's kissing every inch of the front of her body and rubbing his hands over the back of it. Finally, his lips seal over hers. It's slow, deep, passionate. The mood shifts, they're lost to each other in an entirely different way now.
He pulls the sheets over them, nestles close to her, and as he pulls her against him, he says, "You know I love you, don't you?"
"God, yes," she whispers. "I love you, too." She sinks into him, sighs when he wraps himself around her, and when he kisses her neck, she asks, "What did he say?"
"He's in Philadelphia," Elliot says softly. "Says he needs to handle something, he'll be back in a few days. He was actually surprised that I didn't get…"
She cuts him off with a kiss and her hands hook around him as she sighs. "You didn't have the energy to get mad."
He laughs and then says, "Ya know, uh, if tomorrow is anything like what I had to deal with today, you know what that's gonna mean for tomorrow night."
"What?" She looks up at him and runs her fingers along the straight line of his jaw.
He peers down at her, kisses her once, and whispers, "Your turn."
A/N: I believe the last chapter is next...