A/N: HARD M in this chapter. If you don't want smut don't read. I hope I did this encounter justice, still keeping with the fluff through this chapter, trying to decide how to bring some more angst. I tried to make it as much of a love and lust mix as I could and with what I imagined Olivia's body looks like post Lewis. I know they never really stated how bad she was injured but from what I saw I imagine it would look something like this. Reviews are allllways appreciated. @whyshedisappeared I absolutely will be doing illicit affairs (one of my favorite songs right now) but I may try to incorporate some of it into this story line. I don't really like the idea of Elliot cheating or Olivia being the other woman, but I was thinking of making it angst-ey with them not being able to go public and it almost feeling like an affair… idk I love the idea and love the feedback so pm me if you have a suggestion!!
They laid, him on top of her tangled on the couch for a moment trying to catch their breath. "Wow." He repeated, parroting her earlier sentiment. She had a beautiful flush covering her cheeks from both lack of oxygen and the heat of their kiss. His body was laid haphazardly across hers causing him to lie half on half off the couch. He took a moment to take in her lips, swollen and pink from his aggressive assault. His hand moved tenderly from her hair to her lips, his thumb ran across the expanse of her lower lip and Olivia's eyes slipped closed, taking in the feel of his rough pad moving her tender flesh. His breath caught watching how the swollen lip moved at will against his large digit, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to touch his mouth to hers again, if only to sooth the reddened area. He descended again, watching her face as he moved. He could see her eyes flutter slightly as their lips touched tenderly again. He could feel that same spark and it quickly ignited his whole body. He could feel every point of contact from his chest to his hips, he wanted more though. He pulled at her roughly so she was sitting up and he turned them so she was straddling his lap. Elliot never broke contact with his lips and he could feel her eagerly matching his ferocity with her mouth. His hands tied quickly to her hips securing her spot in his lap and her breath hitched at the motion. He held her tight to him and her hands found his neck and shoulders again.
Olivia thought it was hard to breathe before, but sitting flush against Elliot on his lap making out was making it so much worse. She could feel his palms dig into her flesh, his chest pushing anxiously against hers as he fought for more points of contact, but most of all she could feel his reaction to her pushing against the seam of her dress pants. The hand on her right began to ascend her back, sliding up her spine, taking in all the planes he found there before sliding across her shoulder blade and down her arm. She was moving slightly against him, applying pressure to his chest and crotch, when the tenderness of his movements stopped her. His fingers slid down her arm taking his time to feel her scars under the pad of his finger. It took her a moment to realize he was mentally mapping the areas she'd been burned and scared by their time apart. She quickly broke the kiss to look into his eyes. She could see tear that slipped from his still closed eyes, his fingers still trailing gently down her right arm. His eyes finally drifted open and she could see the wetness that threatened to spill again as he rounded her wrist, bringing her hand between them as he pulled so he could look fully at the damage done to her beautiful flesh. His other hand mirrored his right, and she pulled back allowing him to look fully at her arms. There were spotted burns that had long since healed, only recognizable to the trained eye. Olivia could recall the first time she and Ed had been intimate, he had done something similar, but chose to peel his eyes away from her scars, choosing instead to ignore and forget they existed. Elliot on the other hand was memorizing where each blemish lay, seeming to peace together the trail of torture she endured. It was the most intimate act she'd ever seen and she was mesmerized watching his eyes trail across her forearms, then upper arms. His eyes trailed to the slit in the top of her blouse and his fingers followed pulling back the little flaps to get a look at her upper chest. Lewis had chosen his burns very carefully, she could remember him pushing her bra cups down to burn her near her nipples, she knew Elliot would struggle with those burns, but he had ignored her upper chest. For that, she was grateful. At least she didn't have to change her wardrobe completely for the first few years after his assault. She'd opted for long sleeves to cover the scars on her arms those first few years, but scar cream and time had done wonders for the less tender flesh of her arms. Her breasts, however, did not fair as well. She had near welts still on the tender flesh around her nipples, and though they weren't red, angry, and painful anymore, she was very aware that they were there, and she could feel her lovers pause before touching her there. Ed had never descended his mouth to her breast in all their time together and she had told him to not move any further than her neck on numerous occasions, no matter how much she may have wanted him in other places. Olivia was never one to go on long dry spells, but after Lewis, the thought of explaining her scars and marred skin to a near stranger seemed far too daunting causing her to only be intimate with a select few.
She was pulled from her thought when Elliot let out a deep sigh, almost of relief, as it seemed he thought the burns were simply on her arms and visible extremities. He was unaware of the deep burns on her breasts, of the line burns Lewis had so lovingly given her on her inner thigh with the help of a long metal coat hanger, or the key shaped burn on her upper thigh right at the crux of her hip. She had been half out of it for that burn thankfully, but you could still see the outline of her house key as he had heated and dropped them into her open pants, just missing the tender area above her most intimate parts. She knew when he saw those areas he'd be traumatized. Being with Elliot made her feel like Lewis hadn't happened, she had almost forgot that he would be able to see the impressions of her torture, that he would see the deep cut across her calf, trailing up her inner thigh, that she couldn't just let go with him. If this had been before Lewis, she was sure they'd already be in a tangled naked mess, but it was after. She'd found it funny when she realized her life had been divided into two parts, before and after Lewis. The before Olivia was vastly different than the after and this was one of those times she longed for the before. But, this wasn't the time for her to throw her clothes off and give into temptation, that time could've been in the before, but not in the after. Elliot was also not a random stranger who she could keep occupied and convince him utter darkness was what she craved, Elliot would need to be talked through her burns and scars, he might not be able to touch her once he saw the damage done to her body. Olivia was already aware that he used to tumble between thinking she was so fragile she might break and so untouchable she was unbreakable. She hated the times he would talk to her like nothing he said could hurt her, that was during his phases where she seemed unbreakable, but she hated the breakable stages much more. Those were the times she felt him questioning her as a detective and as his partner. She never wanted to see him look at her that way again, and feeling him caressing her burns now drew her back to that phase.
Olivia began to remove herself from his lap, but Elliot tightened his hold on her making her unable to move. She downcast her eyes so as not to meet his but his other hand pulled her chin to be level with his. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.
"Don't Elliot." She still tried to avert her eyes, but his baby blues were pulling her in.
"You're so beautiful." He whispered against her mouth, shocking her by his statement. The genuine statement hit her in her chest; he was trying to tell her no matter what happened to her that he would always find her beautiful.
"Elliot, the burns aren't just on my arms. I don't think you understand…" She trailed off as his eyes filled again. She could see his heart breaking for her as she considered how to approach this subject.
"Let me see, let me see all of you." His breath hit her lips as he accepted that she didn't have the words to describe the torment she had gone through. He was going to let her take the lead, if she needed more time she would get more time, but if she would show him he would hold back the impulse to punch something. Elliot watched as she considered his offer before she pulled back slightly tugging her blouse over her head in one swift motion. The sight before him was unbelievable. Elliot had seen her in a bra during one very lucky, then unlucky undercover assignment, but he'd tried to avert his eyes then. She was giving him full permission to take in the delicate lacy cream of her bra against her dark olive skin. She looked like a goddess. He took in the deep cleavage that threatened to spill over the cups of her bra. He wanted to burry his face in there and inhale the scent he knew was simply Olivia. He followed the slight line between her breasts down her abdomen. It was softer than before and if at all possible more beautiful. He could see her naval just above the lip of her pants, he took a deep breath before bringing his eyes back to hers as he leaned back in towards her. "So beautiful." He mouthed as he touched his lips to hers again.
It was a brief peck as she pulled back again, "No, Elliot, look." He brought his face back from hers and took her in again, though he wasn't sure what he missed. He looked back down and could see what she was imploring him to notice. There were angry raised burn marks peaking from under the cups of her bra, a few scattered across her side and dotted across her stomach, until they disappeared beneath her pants. Her hands moved to the cup of her bra and tugged it down exposing her left breast to him. He could see that while her arms had healed almost fully, the burns on her tender breasts were much less forgiving. They were dotted around her nipple, obviously from a lit cigarette, he could see the ones that were from the first touch of the skin to the lit end were much deeper and more round in shape. The flesh around those ones were raised significantly compared to the ones that were made two or three touches after the initial having cooled down the cigarette enough that the burns were just little red marks, not raised flesh. He could see the puckered skin of her nipple still standing up from their earlier encounter, undeterred by the gravity of the situation. Olivia fully expected Elliot to look away, to be unable to look at her like this, to be repulsed by the trauma she'd endured. Instead Elliot lowered the strap to her bra, more fully exposing her to him, he trailed his finger across the burn on the furthest piece of skin from her breast. He dipped his head towards the outer most burn, close to her armpit and laid his tender lips against it. She gasped at the touch of his mouth against the long healed burn. She'd never had anyone touch her burns much less kiss them. He pulled back, noting her intense look as he moved to the burn immediately next to the first. He closed his lips against it, seeming to put all his energy into taking away the burn from her flesh with the simple kiss. He pulled back again, and saw Olivia's eyes had closed, though her eyebrows were knit together in a seemingly worried expression. His lips moved toward the top of her breast kissing each tiny burn he found there. Her chest was moving quickly under his lips as her breathing sped up. He descended to the burns immediately adjacent to her nipple, and he felt her tense up. He pulled back to look at her face and her eyes were open yet again. He met her worried expression, that now donned a simultaneous look of lust and placed a gentle reassuring peck to her lips before returning his attention to her breast. He placed one more kiss to the burn just on the edge of her areola before he placed one directly on her nipple. Her breath hitched and her eyes screwed shut. It'd been so long since anyone had touched her, and even longer since anyone had dared to put their mouth on her breast. He gently took the bud in his mouth, just letting his tongue wet it before he pulled back in order to gauge her reaction. Her eyes flitted open again at the removal of his warm mouth; all worry and concern were gone and replaced with want and lust. He took her look as he gained confidence that his assault was wanted. He pushed the cup further down and took his fingers to trace the outside of her breast, finally moving in and cupping it gently. She gasped at the feel, and he took her gasp as permission. He leaned back down taking her breast fully into his mouth, tugging at her nipple gently with his lips. He heard a throaty moan escape her lips as her hips suddenly pressed eagerly into his, she was so responsive, he couldn't help his own groan that escaped his throat as she pressed into him.
Olivia was beyond shock at how he could make her body feel so adored and loved while also igniting such a heat within her. She had never felt such an intimate connection with someone as she did with Elliot right now. She could feel his want pressing into her core, while his assault on her breast continued. He'd somehow managed to turn her on and make her feel unbelievably heard and cared for. She'd had Cassidy, who could hardly look at her after the assault, treat her as a porcelain doll, unable to look past the scars. The few times afterward that they'd been able to have sex, his eyes were closed and he was obviously focusing on forgetting she was there, it had simply been a physical relief. He had been quick, skipping foreplay all together, just trying to get them both off without being reminded of her assault. Ed had been able to fuck her properly, but was never able to move past her chest or look down. At least he'd used his hands to touch her, but if he grazed one of her burns he'd pull back as if it were on fire and readjust so he wasn't touching one. Their go to position had been from behind, as she didn't have burns on her back or butt, but it took away something from the relationship. She loved a rough fuck from the back as much as the next person, but after a while you crave to be held and looked at instead of staring into a pillow or the end of a bed. Elliot on the other hand was able to touch her burns, caress them, kiss them, and still make her feel attractive and sexy.
His fingers left the side of her chest trailing around to her back to unclasp the bra. He needed more access than he was getting from the pulled down cup. When he unclipped it, her breasts fell fully to his face. He pulled back from her chest to take in the sight. Yes, she had burns scattered across her chest, but the full sight of Olivia completely bare from the waist up was enough to make him throw out every fantasy he'd ever had. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined. He couldn't hold back the deep groan that escaped his throat as he tried to memorize every millimeter of exposed flesh. Her dark nipples were peaked beautifully and stood out against the slightly whiter flesh surrounding them. He could see the tan line from her swimsuit still and took in the contrasting colors. The scars seemed to fade in his mind as he took in the gravity of what he was witnessing. She was turned on, just for him; she was half naked, just for him. He took a deep breath before moving to her unattended breast giving it the same treatment he'd giving it the same attention he'd given the other one. Suddenly her hands were back to being mobile. She'd remained perfectly still during his exploration of her left breast, almost scared that one move would scare him away, but he wasn't going anywhere. Her fingers gripped the back of his head, forcing his mouth to take in more of her right breast that it had of the other. She was trying to show him that he wouldn't hurt her, and he took the hint. His lips closed roughly over her right nipple and his teeth grazed the peak earning him a deep growl from her throat. He tugged at it, sucking while laying gentle bites to it as he pulled back from her, releasing it with a gentle pop. She met his eyes again and suddenly she was an active participant again. She grabbed his tie quickly, just as she'd done in her office, this time unknotting it enough to yank it over his head. She needed to feel his skin on hers as quickly as possible. She began to grab at the buttons of his dress shirt, but couldn't seem to coordinate both hands to assist her, so she grabbed the sides of the shirt looking up at him briefly before ripping it in two, buttons scattering across the floor.
"Fuck." Elliot growled watching her lose her patience with his buttons, he knew the first time they ever were intimate he would have trouble controlling himself, but he never imagined she'd be the one losing control. His dick hardened even more watching her hungrily take in his now exposed chest. He leaned forward in an attempt to remove the remnants of his shirt, but she took the opportunity to adhere her mouth to his throat. She began to suck and tug at the skin just under his chin, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Her tongue trailed out against the stubble of his neck and worked its way up to the lobe of his ear. She caught it roughly between her teeth before breathing hotly in his ear, "El…" She moaned and his moan followed immediately. He couldn't believe after all the years of imagining this, it was really happening. She was moaning his name while writhing on top of him. She ground into him earning another groan from his throat before she continued her descent. She reached the junction of his throat and shoulder and laid hot open mouth kisses there. Her teeth bit into the skin causing a gasp to escape his throat. His hands still rested against the outer sides of her breasts, almost in shock, unable to move. She slipped from his lap, moving to perch on his thighs to give herself more room to move. A trail of saliva followed her as her tongue circled his taunt nipples. The patches of hair tickled her cheek as she moved from his chest to his abdomen. His breathing was erratic and labored as she continued nearing the waistband of his pants. He couldn't breath, he had to stop her. There was no way she was going to do what he thought she was. Just as he went to move his fingers from her breasts to her arm she slipped from his grasp, kneeling on the floor in front of his seated form. Her nimble fingers worked the belt from its locked position before undoing the button of his slacks.
"Liv." He hoarsely whispered, almost not loud enough for her to hear, but she continued. He cleared his throat, trying to gain her attention, but she unzipped his pants anyway. "Liv." He tried again stronger this time. His fingers finally found strength enough to move to her shoulder, an attempt to pull her from her kneeling position between his knees. She glanced up to meet his eyes and shook her head, denying his plea to stop.
"I want to." She stated simply as she slid her fingers into the waistband of his dress pants, tugging at them requesting he lift up. He obliged, though he was hesitant. First, the last time he'd received oral had been during his marriage, and that was only a handful of times during their twenty plus years of marriage. He hated to admit it, but imagining Olivia giving him oral had always been on of the fantasies he'd used to relieve himself in the past, he wasn't sure he would last very long if she went down on him right now. He couldn't say no to her though, he watched as she tugged his pants down with a slight lift of his hips, leaving him in just his briefs, erection straining against the front of them. Olivia took a moment to take him in, his chest was flushed red with arousal and his eyes hooded looking down at her with hunger. She trailed her eyes to the front of his deep blue briefs where the large mass was fighting to break free. Taking her fingertip, she skimmed the edge of his underwear teasingly. She could feel his stomach muscles contract as his breath hitched. She dipped the nail of her thumb under the waistband before snapping it gently against his skin. Just when Elliot thought he couldn't take anymore teasing, she trailed her nails delicately across his length over the material; he was absolutely not going to last. His neck craned towards the ceiling, he couldn't watch her or this would be over before it started.
Having Olivia knelt in front of him, half naked, stroking him was enough to cum before he was touched. He said a quick prayer under his breath that he would last at least until he was free from his fabric prison. Her hands gently tugged at his briefs, indicating he needed to lift his body yet again. She tugged off the material causing his erection to spring forward towards her; her eyes widened seeing him for the first time. She was glad she'd insisted on being in this position the first time she got the privilege of viewing him, his thick shaft stood long and hard, even bigger than she'd expected, though not overwhelmingly so. She knew it would be tight when he did enter her, but she knew it wouldn't be painful. Her eyes glassed over watching the tip bob up and down waiting for her to make her first move. She started by running her tongue along the inside of his thighs, glancing up she saw his head thrown back eyebrows knit together in concentration. She knew if she were in his position, she wouldn't last a second, but was glad she could drive him to the brink by hardly touching him. Her lips moved slowly across the wide expanse of his thighs, and she could feel the muscles flex, she busied her hands with running up and down his abdomen and chest raking her nails against the skin and hair she felt beneath them. Her tongue touched the edge of his groin and his body reacted violently, jerking at the sudden touch. She hadn't even made it to his dick yet and he was about to burst and embarrass himself. He tried to count the cracks in the poorly crafted ceiling, but was having trouble focusing on anything except the feel of her lips and her hands on his body. He chanced a look down only to see her hovering over his manhood, staring back at him, seemingly waiting for permission. He groaned at the look in her eyes. Taking one more moment to look him over, she leaned towards him slipping her tongue from her mouth and sliding it from base to tip. His thighs and abs clenched at the pleasure coursing through his body, his dick involuntarily thrust towards her hot lips, unable to control his body's primal reaction to her tongue. She chuckled gently before swirling her tongue around the head of his penis, taking a moment to gather the fluid that had built up there. She gently opened her mouth, sliding it to take his full length in her hot throat. She could feel the tip graze the back of her teeth as she forced him further past her lips.
"Fucking shit Liv, holy fucking shit!" He gasped at her sudden heat. His hands flew to tangle in her hair, not pushing, almost trying to hold her back. The feeling of her mouth on him was sending him into frenzy; he wanted to feel her everywhere. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft as she bobbed a few times, taking him into the back of her throat. His body was fighting his mind, trying to jerk into her, deeper. She released him and began to lick down the sides of him, while her fingers played with his balls, cupping them. She took a moment to watch him, his breathing was unstable and he was almost gasping for air, she knew he was already on the edge simply by the swollen feel of him, but seeing his face she knew it was taking every fiber of strength he had to not let go. She contemplated releasing him and moving back up his body, but the thought of him cumming as soon as they touched drove her further. They had several more hours before she was due home and she would take advantage of the time. She needed release, but he obviously did too. She took him back into her mouth adding her hand to pump him while she moved at a quicker pace. She could feel his hips begin to match her pace slightly raising from the couch. Moans and expletives were flying from his lips as each pump of her fist and swirl of her tongue met his hard shaft.
"Liv, baby, you've got to stop." He suddenly spewed with urgency, his fingers tugging gently at her hair trying to remove her suction. She quickly shook her head 'no' continuing the rapid pace. "No, Liv you really have to stop, please baby you don't – " She shook her head no again continuing. Elliot grabbed the back of her head then pushing it down a bit more causing Olivia to moan deeply against his dick, the vibrations pushing his resolve further. "Fuuuck!" He nearly shouted as Olivia felt the pulsation of him cumming hard into the back of her throat. She looked up to see sweat dripping down his body, chest and face flushed red, head thrown back. His breathing had nearly stopped as he twitched; she continued to move gently as she worked him down from his high, swallowing everything he was offering. The sight of Elliot coming unglued in front of her caused another rush of wetness to pool in her panties. His fingers threaded in her hair made her nipples strain harder, longing for his touch again.
After a few more aftershocks left his body and the muscles in his thighs relaxed slightly, Olivia released him with a pop. He detangled his fingers from her hair as he looked down at her, a stated smile passing over his features, as he grabbed hold of her upper arms pulling her back to his lap. She followed his lead, her dress pants rubbing over his semi hard wet penis. She could've cum just from giving him oral, but she didn't and she was nearing the painful stage of pleasure if she didn't get off soon. He must've read her mind because he quickly scooped her under her thighs, picking her up in a similar fashion to his accidental grab in her office. He hauled her towards his bedroom, stopping every couple feet to push her against the wall and kiss her. She could feel his powerful forearms against her hip as he cupped her ass supporting her weight. She could feel his long thick fingers digging into her as his semi hard dick pushed against her core every step. When they reached his bedroom, he gently laid her back on his bed; comforter still pulled neatly into place, sideways across the bed, knees hanging off the edge. Elliot took a moment to take her in. Her breasts lay flat against her chest, her pants wet on the front due to her saliva transferred from his dick to her pants via their make out session. Now that he had his first release, he felt like he could think more clearly, and for that he was grateful. He wanted to take his time with her, not rush into anything just because they were overwhelmed with a need for release. He climbed over her and pulled her in for another deep kiss, before moving on to her neck. His fingers began to trace down her body gently, taking his time to really learn her. He loved the feel of her abdomen contracting when he neared the waistband of her pants. He took mercy on her, as she had been so generous with him, he decided teasing could wait until they weren't quite so desperate.
Elliot took the button of her dress pants in his fingers, undoing it and unzipping her pants. His lips trailed down her abdomen past where he'd just laid claim. His mouth reached the soft skin below her naval, just as the zipper reached the bottom a wave of panic overwhelmed her. She hadn't had anyone down there since Lewis, and while she knew Elliot had been extremely loving with her seeing the first set of burns on her chest, these were much worse and more triggering for her. She sat up quickly and scurried to the other end of the bed from him, turning her back to him facing his furthest wall. Her arms closed quickly over her chest trying to shield herself from him. Elliot stood abruptly, shock over coming him, what had he just done wrong? He thought after what she did for him it would be okay for him to do the same for her, yet as he watched the fear cross her face when she hurriedly moved away from him, he realized his mistake in assuming anything. He had been selfish, unthinking with her, and he had pushed her too far too fast. The look of terror that washed over her face was enough to send him into a panic himself.
"Liv." He whispered from the standing position on the opposite side of the bed from her, still naked watching her naked back heave with deep breaths. "I'm sorry." Sighing at his own ignorance, he climbed across the bed towards her; she must not have felt him because when he reached out to touch her she visibly flinched, causing him to quickly withdraw his hand. He knew she had been through a lot and he should've talk to her more about it before doing something so forward. He retreated slightly, but kept himself within arms reach of her.
Olivia's mind was racing; all she could feel was the burning hot metal of the hanger being shoved down her pant leg. She could taste the vodka evaporating from her lips as it burned her freshly split lip. She could feel his warm hand run down the side of her face before grabbing hold of her neck again. Her breathing hitched feeling him unbutton her pants again, he'd done that a few times to scare her that this might be the time he pulled them off her completely. Suddenly she felt Elliot's hand on her shoulder, though she didn't know it belonged to Elliot and she jolted out of her flashback. She looked around heaving heavy breaths. She was in Elliot's bedroom, she remembered what her therapist had told her when she had one of these, deep breaths, pick things to ground yourself, notice little details about the area around you.
She looked straight ahead, the closet was open, she could see pairs of his shoes lined up, she could see that there were slippers sitting next to his work shoes. She tried to picture Elliot Stabler in slippers; that thought began to bring her heart rate down considerably. Then she looked at his nightstand, she saw a half drank glass of water, a lamp, an alarm clock, and a small black and white photo. She leaned slightly closer to the photo and saw it was a tiny Polaroid of them at a Christmas party Munch had hosted their fourth year of partnership. Her breathing began to normalize again and once she collected herself she turned. Elliot was no longer in the room, immediately the panic overcame her again, was this a hallucination? Was she still with Lewis somehow? Just as her thoughts began to race she saw the door to the bedroom reopen and Elliot rushing towards her, still naked, with a big glass of water. Relief flooded her body.
Elliot knelt in front of her, careful not to touch her and offered the water glass. Her hair was messy and she sat slightly hunched over the side of his bed, chest heaving, still half naked. Elliot's sole focus was on her calming down, letting her know he wasn't a threat. He felt terrible that he had caused her to have a panic attack; he was chastising himself for not thinking of how traumatic responses can last a lifetime from an attack like hers. He'd been in SVU for Christ's sake, he should've taken his time with her, not rushed her into something she obviously wasn't ready for. Hell, he didn't even know if she'd had sex since her attack. He hated that him trying to perform such an act had caused her to have that sort of reaction and he desperately hoped she hadn't lied about being raped, though her response indicated to him that perhaps she had. A wave of sadness overcame him as he watched her take the glass from him with shaky hands, bringing it to her lips without a word. She was staring at his side table, unable to look at him. The cool water helped to further ground her further, and finally after a few gulps she looked over at his kneeling form. The concern was evident across his face and she could see the sadness that he was trying desperately to hide.
"I'm sorry." She weakly offered as she set the glass down on the side table. Elliot was glad she could at least form words and seemed to know who he was instead of trying to get away from him.
"No Liv, don't ever apologize to me, especially for that. I shouldn't have pushed you. I shouldn't have made you feel pressured to do anything. God I'm sorry!" He took hold of her hands that rested at her sides on the bed; she smiled weakly at him before pulling him towards her into a hug. His arms wrapped protectively around her as he squeezed his torso, still kneeling, between her thighs.
With her face buried in the crux of his neck she felt safe enough to voice what happened. "It doesn't happen often anymore." She paused, causing Elliot to rethink the whole situation briefly, he must've been the trigger then, his mind rationalized, "I just haven't had anyone see me, down there. I haven't had that, you know, done to me since he happened and I guess the thought of that coupled with what you were about to see overwhelmed me." He pulled back from her to look into her eyes. He was shocked, what else could possibly be done to her that would cause her to be so worried. A wave of terror crossed him as he flashed back to his days at SVU when women would be mutilated by their attackers causing permanent damage to their anatomy. She saw his face, the alarm evident, and could read between the lines of his reaction. She quickly added, "There's just more burns, but he used stuff other than cigarettes, and there's a big scar down my leg." Elliot didn't think it was much better, just different than he thought. He couldn't imagine the torture she'd been through. He was almost sick to his stomach again at the thought of her being burned by other objects when cigarettes were bad enough. He flashed to the picture of the stove with the keys in the pan, and the wire coat hanger. His stomach churned, but he wouldn't allow her to see his discomfort.
Elliot climbed next to her in the bed pulling her to lay next to him as his arms wrapped around her torso. She snuggled her head into his shoulder as he held her for a few moments before backing up a bit and looking into her eyes. "Liv, I don't ever want you to feel uncomfortable with me, so if I ever do anything that even remotely is pushing your boundaries please tell me." She looked at him and nodded, he brushed her messy hair back from her face and took in again how beautiful she looked. He leaned forward kissing her forehead. Olivia couldn't quite put a finger on how she could go from a full blown flash back to wanting to go back to where they'd left off in two seconds flat, but she imagined it had something to do with the man in front of her. She pulled his face from her forehead and down to crash their lips together again. She deepened the kiss only to suddenly break it, and take a moment to look deeply into his eyes as she brought his hand back to her open dress pants. His breath caught at the permission she was giving him, knowing full well he needed to go slow he slipped his hands around the back to just feel her butt over the material. He brought her close, still laying on their sides as he continued to place small kisses across her face. Olivia pushed herself into him more fully before sliding her leg up and over his hips, pushing him down onto his back. She straddled his waist as she met his mouth again, more aggressively. She could feel her wetness pool in her underwear as his hands found her ass again, gripping harder, but still tentatively.
This was Elliot, the man she'd known and trusted for the better part of her life. Whether he was in her life or not he was still that same man who she'd have given everything to. Olivia needed to get him back to where he was before her flashback, so she hopped off the bed standing at the edge near his bent legs. He leaned up watching her closely; worried he'd yet again pushed her too far. Instead, he saw her fingers find the belt loops of her pants and tug them down her legs in one swift motion leaving her standing in nothing but cream lacey underwear. His dick stood at attention once again as she approached him slowly. He moved his eyes down her body, as he had with her breasts, taking in her anatomy before focusing on her scars. She lay next to him on her back and allowed him to lean over her slightly as he traced the curve of her hip down towards the newly exposed flesh. While the sight of her turned him on, his breath caught seeing the extensive damage she had briefly mentioned. He could see the edge of a key shaped raised burn and the crux of her hip, there was a long wire like burn down the inside of her thigh, almost to the exact point where a long deep scar picked up. He could immediately picture her post brutalization photos that showed blood trailing down her torn pant leg. He looked back up to see her watching him intently. Olivia half expected him to vomit upon the sight of her body, she knew she had once all the bandages had come off. Thankfully she was met with his concern and love, a vast difference from the look of terror and disgust Cassidy had displayed. She had worked through that entire relationship in therapy and had learned it wasn't a reaction to her body but just a reminder of the situation. As she looked down at Elliot who was slowly learning all the parts of her body, she could see he was concerned, but at least still turned on. She encouraged his hand to travel down her body, moving it to just above her panty line and letting go. He trailed his fingers down, needing to feel her scars in order to move past them, just as he'd done with her breasts.
"Can I kiss you there?" He asked looking up at her as his fingers found the first part of the key burn. Olivia didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded. He slid his body over hers before he planted his feet on the ground. He didn't fully stand up, in an effort to not look so intimidating, but kept his eyes on her as he descended toward her legs. He took her outer calf in his hand and touched the beginning of her scar, the one that was jagged and cut deeply in some places and shallow in others. He felt the impulse to further investigate what he might've used to hurt her, but this wasn't about him, it was about her. He placed his lips tentatively to the first bit of scar tissue earning a small inhale from Olivia. He made eye contact again, ensuring she was comfortable with each movement and when he saw her give a slight nod he moved further up her calf. He reached her knee where the cut broke, but he kissed the unmarred skin just the same. He continued kissing until he reached the start, or end, of the long burn mark, he didn't need conformation, as he already knew it was an unbent coat hanger. He was just above her knee on her inner thigh when he heard her breathing stop momentarily. He quickly pulled back and looked up to see her eyes were closed and her eyebrows knit together. He set her leg back down quickly causing her to jerk up a bit and look at him again.
Olivia jumped at the sudden loss of contact, she was so turned on she was sure he could see her wetness through the lace. The feel of his lips on the tender skin of her inner thigh was enough to send her overheated body into overdrive. Her eyes met his, full of concern and she realized he had read her arousal as panic when she closed her eyes. "Keep going." She quickly said with a half smile. A wave of relief passed over Elliot, realizing she was simply giving into the sensation of him kissing her inner thigh, not panicking over his touch. His mouth quickly returned to where he'd left off, with slightly more urgency seeing as how she was enjoying herself. He continued up the burn as it made a turn towards the top of her upper thigh instead of inner just before her hip joint. He imagined he had shoved the burning wire down her pants by the drag marks and apparent deeper more severe burn closer to her hip. He could also see the overlap of the start of the key burn near the end of the coat hanger burn. His heart ached again for her imagining the pain they must've caused her. He looked up again, seeing her encouragement he slipped his fingers under the soft lace material at the joint of her hip and slid the left side down more so he could gain access to the rest of the key burn. When he did he could see the deep impression of a key he felt as if he recognized. He had held her spare key on many occasions until late into the night and had memorized the jagged ends and the mountainous peaks. It was one of those little triangle heads at the top, and that impression was very apparent in her flesh. He could remember the day she'd entrusted him with a key; it was just after their first year together. He'd been on his way to pick her up and she still had to shower, she'd been frustrated that he couldn't just let himself in and had taken the spare from her drawer by the front door, shoving it into his hands insisting he use it next time so she didn't have to get out of the shower to open the door for him. He paused to run his finger over the imprint before he met her eyes again as tears started to well in his; he dipped his head and gently kissed it from end to end. She felt the tears threaten to overtake her as well at the significance of it all. Even though the scars had long since healed, she could feel them lift even more at the touch of his mouth. He was helping her heal things she had long since thought she was past. She was slowly realizing she could heal significantly without Elliot, but he held a special place in her life and only he could help mend the areas of her soul no one else could reach.
As soon as he finished kissing her scars, he moved to kiss the flesh around the scars. The keys lead him to the area just above her panty line. As soon as his lips touched the tender flesh between her stomach and her hip, he felt her muscles tighten in arousal. He moved his lips towards the center of her stomach below her naval and dipped his tongue from his mouth to taste her flesh. He then heard an audible groan escape her lips as she arched slightly from the bed. He slid further down making contact with the skin just above her clothed mound. Out of his peripheral vision he could see her chest heaving, breasts being pushed up and down by the force of her lungs beneath her ribs. He looked to her face again, wanting some sort of verbal or non-verbal confirmation that his motions were okay, but he could only see the base of her chin, her head was thrown back and her hair was fanned out against the comforter.
"Liv," He whispered against the lace just above her most intimate area. Her head raised, lust filled eyes met his, "Look at me." He took her nod as confirmation and he slid is mouth down over her clothed slit, placing an open mouth kissed over her clit. She moaned, still trying to obey his request of eye contact, but the feeling and sight of Elliot's mouth between her legs was going to make her cum before he took off her panties. Elliot seemed to sense her sudden urgency and he tangled his fingers in the sides of the lace that separated him from her and began to slide them down her hips, maintaining eye contact to ensure she was okay. "Fuck." He ground out, looking at her dripping folds, he'd long since imagined what she'd look like fully naked, but the reality of the situation stuck him in his chest. He couldn't believe after all these years he was finally able to see Olivia Benson in all of her glory laid out before him, flushed from arousal and wet just for him. He couldn't hold back any longer and gave her one last once over for her consent before he descended to her. His tongue gathered the wetness that pooled at the base of her opening and trailed it all the way up, pausing the swirl his tongue over her clit. Olivia couldn't look any longer her head threw back and a few select curses expelled from her lips. Elliot Stabler was licking her between her legs. She couldn't form any rational thoughts as he swirled his tongue around on her clit before he pulled back to look at her once again. Her glistening folds were wet with a combination of her juices and his saliva, he could feel his dick harden exponentially at the sweet taste of her. He met her clit again before moving down pressing his tongue inside her intent on gathering more of the wetness he found there.
Olivia's mouth fell open feeling him press his tongue inside her. Back in her twenties she'd had plenty of oral favors done to her, none of which were anything to write home about. Typically they'd hang out down there for all of a minute before penetrating her, she'd never felt utterly consumed by the feeling. She wasn't sure whether she could contribute the feeling to his skill or to it simply being him, but she was willing to take anything he was willing to offer. She felt his fingers begin to take part, sliding from her hip to the hood of her clit. He raised the flap of skin to directly expose the bundle of nerves before lapping at it with his tongue, his other arm wrapped around her hip from behind, finding it's way to replace his right hand holding her hood open to his assault. His right hand removed itself before sliding to play with her opening as he continued to lap at her. He drew his digit around the outside pressing gently at her opening. He felt her hips buck up, begging for more, but he held her down with a little pressure from the arm that secured her to his face. His index finger began to apply slightly more pressure causing a string of "Oh fuck"s and "Jesus Christ"s to leave her lips. He pulled back to watch as his finger pushed through the slight resistance of her inner muscles and disappear from sight. He could feel her hot wet center envelope the digit, encasing it in a sweet heat. He couldn't believe how tight she was; just one finger and he could feel the contractions of her impending orgasm. He looked up to watch her eyes screwed shut and her head thrown back trying to withhold the building pleasure. He touched his tongue to her open nerves again gently playing with it, pulling it into his mouth gently. He could feel her tightening, knowing she wasn't going to last much longer. He slid a second finger into her tightness and began to curl the fingers, hitting her in all the right places. Olivia couldn't imagine being able to reach the cusp of orgasm after just a few moments of him touching her, but she was about to fall over the edge harder than she'd ever done before. He could feel her clenching harder and felt her breaths coming out shorter, he was trying to catch a glimpse of her face on the verge of orgasm, but she had her head thrown back.
"Liv," He mouthed against her clit, causing her to finally look down, their eyes locked and he could see just how close she was. Watching his tongue lap at her clit while his fingers pumped inside her was the last second of rational thought she had as she began to fall over the edge. Elliot watched her eyes widen while remaining fixed on him as he felt the first flutters of her orgasm against his fingers. He continued moving his tongue at the same steady pace and began pushing with more force on his fingers while curling them.
"Fuck, El, yes right there!" She called as she lifted her hips off the bed allowing the orgasm to wash over her. Elliot felt the flood of wetness hit his fingers, he could feel the tightness threaten to push his fingers from inside her, but he kept the pace allowing her to ride out the intense waves. Olivia could feel her orgasm all the way to her toes as they curled from their place draped over his back. She balled the comforter with one hand while the other attached itself to the back of his head. She rode out wave after wave of release, his tongue and fingers drawing out every ounce of pleasure from her body. The waves began to diminish and she could hear the wet slap of his fingers against her flesh and the trail of liquid leaking from her down to the comforter she laid on. She felt her inner walls begin to release his fingers, still pulsating but at a slower less intense rate. Elliot grunted against her, not quite wanting to remove himself from her warmth. His fingers were still moving, slower, but could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm. Slowly he felt her breathing return to normal, her body relaxing in the afterglow. He placed two gently kisses against her clit before slowly and gently sliding his fingers from inside her. Placing kisses on each spot as he went, he traveled up her body, holding himself up by his elbows before gently placing his lips over hers.