Hello friends! This story came to me like a lightning bolt out of nowhere while watching Unholiest Alliance. There's something about Olivia and Tucker in casual clothes that really does it for me but that's besides the point. WARNING: smut ahead!
Enjoy!
Securing both locks on her apartment door, Olivia took a deep breath before she turned and headed back into her living room. Her heart physically ached at the sight of him. Worry lines marring his handsome face, his broad shoulders sagging under the weight of the corrupt investigation that reared its ugly head.
Mike Dodds had just left after informing them that Tucker would essentially end up being collateral damage in the take down of the sex trafficking ring at St. Fabiola's. Ed Tucker was a good man, he spent his life making sure those who wore a badge did so with honor and now it would all end under this dark cloud summoned by his own cousin.
Walking around to the back of the couch, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. He brought his hand up to hold both of hers as he felt her lips move against the sensitive skin. "You don't deserve this." She murmured before pressing her soft lips against the warm skin there. "I am behind you, one hundred percent."
Nodding his head slowly, he let his eyes fall closed as his large hand squeezed hers. They stayed that way for a long moment. Breathing into each other, finding comfort in the only thing that made sense. Pressing a lingering kiss to the side of his neck, she pulled back to stand behind him while her hands kept firm on his shoulders.
Squeezing his stiff shoulders, her thumbs swept over the rigid muscles at the base of his neck in an attempt to alleviate some of the tension that had taken hold of his body. He released a long, steady breath through his nose as her hands continued to work their magic. One of the things that really drew him to her was the way she allowed him to lose himself in her.
Despite finding each other on the job and having a lot in common in that regard, she was always able to make the all the stress of it go away. But now with the possibility of losing that job, the stress weighed on him more than ever and he wasn't sure if this was a weight she would be able to ease.
Letting his head fall against the back of the couch, the new angle allowing her thumbs to apply extra pressure against the back of his neck. Moving his hands, she brought them up to smooth out his furrowed brow before her nails trailed lightly down the chords of his neck to the collar of his sweater. A tiny shiver disguised as a shrug rippled through his body and he opened his eyes to see her beautiful face looking down at him.
Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth to his while her hands moved along the planes of his knit covered chest. "Take off your sweater", she whispered against his lips. "Sit on the floor."
In one shift movement, Ed reached back and grabbed the back of his sweater, pulling it over his head. He watched her with keen eyes as she rounded the couch, his hands bracing against the cushion as he dropped to the area rug that covered the hardwood floor. She slipped behind him to sit on the couch with ease, his wide torso settling in between her toned legs. Her hands began to moved along the tense muscles that covered his shoulders, upper back and chest.
This massage was completely in service of Ed and alleviating the physical manifestation of the burden that this ordeal has caused but Olivia couldn't deny that she was enjoying this as well. Every time she saw his body, she was mystified. His pale skin stretched over firm muscle that he had built over decades, freckles peppered his Irish skin, the Celtic knot inked over his chest.
The firm pressure that the heel of her palm applied to the juncture of his neck and shoulder pulled a low groan rumble from his chest. The sound causing a jolt to strike deep in the pit of her belly and she squeezed her legs against the sensation, his broad upper body getting caught in between her calves. His head lolled against his left shoulder as her thumb worked into his right and then they switched sides, like a well oiled machine. They had only been together a few months but they were already in tune with each other. She hadn't had that type of connection with someone since Elliot and she would be lying if she said it didn't scare her.
Tucker's large hands encircled her ankles and worked their way up, his thumbs' pressure matching hers where he pressed them into her cotton-covered calves. She hummed a moan as she leaned into to place a chaste kiss at the back of his neck.
It was a weird sensation, the way Olivia's hands were drawing the tension from his body. The peculiar thing was that with every morsel of physical pressure that was released, that much emotional pressure just built up inside his chest. Every single emotion from the past couple of days just swelled inside of him. The anger, the fear, the stress. It was like a tea kettle just on the verge of whistling, everything bubbling under the surface almost reaching the boiling point.
The second she pressed her thumb into his shoulder well point, it would like she push a pressure release valve. Dropping his chin to his chest, her pressed her forehead into his hand. He heaved slow, steady breathes as he tried to control the flood of emotions that was rising inside of his chest.
Noticing the change in his disposition, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pressed her face into the reddened skin of his neck. His shoulders rose and fell with every steadying breath, her body moving with him. The way she surrounded him, the way that she let him be vulnerable without any question. It was a security that no one else had ever allowed him and that alone made him never want to leave her arms.
The kisses she laid against his heated skin were barely a whisper as one of her hands wandered down his chest to the firm planes of his stomach. One of his hands came up to grip the her forearm as he felt her legs subconsciously wrap around his torso from her spot perched on edge of the couch. It seemed as if her mouth got hotter and wetter with every kiss she pressed along his neck, something between a moan and a growl slipping from his parted lips.
Reaching his hand behind him, he buried his hand in her hair in a desperate attempt to keep her lips against him. As long as she was executing that sweet assault, none of his problems could touch him. Her teeth scraped along the sharp edge of his jaw before taking hold his earlobe, eliciting a hiss from his clenched teeth.
Before her fogged mind could even process his movement, he was on his knees in front of her and his mouth was on hers. One of his hands tangled in her smooth hair, holding the back of her head, while the other slipped under the back of her sweater.
Breathy moans slipped out between heated kisses and she pressed her body against his in a desperate attempt to get as close to him as possible. That had been a common theme over the past week since both of them have been on their hiatus. The need to be close, feel the comfort only that other person could provide. His hands reached the lace of her bra under her sweater and she reluctantly pulled her lips away from him.
As soon as they parted his piercing eyes were on her, the blue flame that burned for her searing a path from her face down to her heaving chest and back up again. She raised her arms and he used his hands' position under her sweater to pull it over her head. The garment was forgotten on the couch as he took in the sight of her; her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her mussed hair. Her normal middle part was nowhere to be found and her chestnut hair was swept over one shoulder, flowing down in various waves. His hands itched to feel those soft strands and the was they slipped through his fingers with ease, hear the way she gasped when he pulled it.
When it came to Olivia Benson, he didn't have much will power.
Taking her mouth in burning kiss, his large hand twisted in her glossy locks as a moan purred from deep in her chest, Her hands blindly found the buckle of his brown belt, her motions stumbled briefly when his mouth moved along her cheek and took her ear between his lips.
When she finally got it undone she yanked the leather out of his jeans, hissing as it slithered through the belt loops. The feeling of his hot hands moving along her torso made her breathless, his fingertips like brands leaving sizzling marks in their wake. She managed to slip the button of his jeans through the loop when she felt his strong arm wrap tightly around her waist, lifting her further back on the couch so he could cover her body with his.
The way her chest was pressed up against his, her lace covered breasts brushing against the dark ink that covered his heart with every breath she took, made his mouth water. Her nose brushed against his, his attention drawn back to her face and the way she dug her teeth into her bottom lip. He propped his elbows next to her head as he let his thin pink lips, brush over the soft curves and dips of her face, her hot breath puffing against his neck and collarbone in the process.
A small smile spread across his face as he felt her urgent hands push his open jeans down his narrow hips, she needed him just as badly as he needed her. Once he felt her soft hand wrap around the hard length of him, a groan rumbled from deep in his chest and his mouth found hers again. The way his tongue slid along her made all the air leave her lungs so the gasp that escaped her lips when he grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them down in one go, sounded extra breathless. He wasted no time in sliding inside of her once he settled between her legs.
Olivia's mouth dropped open in a breathy, silent moan as he filled her to the hilt, her sweet breath surrounding him. A glimmer of wonder flashed in her eyes as she caught her breath, she would forever be amazed at how he could read her body on such a visceral level. Hunger flared in his bright blue eyes, the corner of his mouth twisted upwards with the slightest twitch of the muscles there.
One of his hands slipped under her hair to the back of her neck while the other gripped her perfectly rounded asscheek, holding her body against him while he ground his hips into her. His mouth hovered over hers, the electric charge buzzing in the mere millimeters between their lips only intensified when his tongue peakes out to flick over the plump flesh of her lip.
"Wrap your legs around me." his rough voice bordered on desperation as he looked down between their bodies. Their sweat slicked skin sticking and slipping against each other as her legs lifted to wrap high around his hips, his rounded calves fitting perfectly in the arches of her feet as she ran them up his legs. The way she touched him made him feel like his every last nerve ending was on fire.
The angle allowed him to sink even deeper into her, so deep that it was getting difficult to tell where he ended and she began. His blue eyes fluttered closed briefly, overwhelmed by the sensation of her surrounding him in every possible way. Her arms circling his wide chest, her fevered breaths consuming him, her heat engulfing his hard arousal.
When his eyes opened they were even more fixed and riveted than before, the intensity making a shiver ripple throughout her entire body. The more of his body that her eyes devoured the heavier lust weighed on her eyelids. Something resembling a low growl slipped from his mouth as he buried his face in her dewey neck, his hips gaining momentum as they collided with hers.
A breathy gasp tore from her throat as her back arched off the couch, her head instinctively moving to the side to allow his assaulting lips better access. There was a need building in her chest that had her hands clawing at the thick muscles covering his back and her body rolling against his. "Tucker", she moaned breathlessly before his lips caught hers.
It surprised him how fast he fell for Olivia Benson. They had been complete and total adversaries since the infancy of her detective career, but a switch flipped after the whole ordeal with William Lewis. While conducting her IAB interview, he started to feel an astounding need to protect her. An anger licking at the back of his neck as she detailed the days long torture. All he knew was that if he had found Lewis after Olivia was rescued from the beach house, he would've had to have been carried out in a body bag.
The road to earning her trust was a long one that often took unforeseen curves but that slow burn eventually flared into a full on raging fire, one that could not be controlled. In just a few months, she quickly became the most important thing in his life. There would be times when the mere thought of her smile would distract him from his work and that never happened, not to Ed Tucker. In fact, his first marriage fell apart because of the exact opposite. He could not leave work at the office and it began trickling into his home life, affecting his relationship with his now ex-wife.
That's when he knew that Olivia was different, that she was the one.
Weaving her damp hair in his hands, he slanted his mouth over her and let his tongue imitate his lower body as her fingernails danced along his back in whisper-light scratches. There was something so special about Olivia's touch. Whether it was just a gentle hand on his forearm or an earth-shattering kiss, there was a warmth that radiated from her and he couldn't have felt more lucky to bask in it daily.
"None of that matters", he muttered lowly, his lips moving against hers as he spoke. A whimper escaped her swollen, parted lips as he hiked her thigh even higher up on his hip, his hand spreading her thick ass and exposing the puckered skin there. "You're all I need."
With one swift thrust, he bottomed out in her while simultaneously pressing his fingertip against her tight opening. She choked on the moan that bubbled up her throat, throwing her head back against the couch while completely coming undone under him. The sight of her lacey, heaving breasts and the flush that crept from his chest up his neck as she shook under him made the tightening in his groin intensify.
Every muscle in his body began to tighten as his climax approached like a runaway train. He dropped his weight completely on top of her as his arm wrapped completely around her neck, the back of head cradled in the crook of his elbow. Unable to hold off any longer, he buried his face in the crook of her neck as he grunted his release into her moist skin.
The air in room was still and quiet save for the heavy breaths coming from the spent couple sprawled on the couch. Lifting his face from her neck, he lust clouded eyes searched every inch of her face as if assessing if she was real. His breath came out in shorts pants as he tried in vain to catch it, bringing a hand up and pushing back the sweaty hair that was matted to her forehead.
A small smile crept onto her lips as he continued to study her like his favorite painting. "What?" she asked, her hand coming up between them and scratching lightly at his rough chin. Her tone was light but her voice cracked from her strenuous activity moments earlier.
Lines marred his forehead and his eyebrows pulled together, his mouth opening and closing as he mulled over the words dancing along his tongue. Exhaling through his nose, he looked up to her eyes from her lips. "It's just... looking at you makes me forget about all that bullshit. Helps on nights like tonight." There was a swelling inside her chest that made it difficult for her to take in a full breath.
"Look for as long as you need." She murmured bashfully, completely smitten with the man in front of her. "I'm here for you, always."
That's it! Who doesn't like a little comfort smut? Clearly I am a BIG fan hahaha Let me know hat you think in a review!