Dream Confessions
Summary: Olivia and Elliot got together after Gitano and Oregon. After a year of working and dating one another Elliot discovers Olivia has been keeping a dream journal since her time away in Oregon, encouraged at the time by some of her environmentalist friends. Just what do these dreams entail? And can Elliot make them come true?
A/N: I really shouldn't be starting another story but this is just my excuse to practice writing smut. I've had a few people message me about requests so this is where I will implement them. Feel free to leave any scenario you've always wanted to read in the comments or you can message me directly. I will give a shout out, (I hope that's what it's called, old lady here) if I use your idea. Please remember English is not my first language and although my stories are proofread and beta'd, all mistakes are my own. Will be rated M for sexual situations with two consenting adults.
Quote: A dream is a wish your heart makes (Cinderella).
Chapter 1: Discovery
Olivia was typing her latest entry into her document on her laptop. She bit her lower lip as she tried to remember every last detail of her erotic dream from the nap she had just woken up from. Saving the document she was distracted from her thoughts by the pounding on her door.
Closing the laptop she slid it onto her coffee table and approached her front door, checking the peephole before swinging the door open with a wide smile.
"Thank God," Elliot muttered brushing past her, while giving her a quick peck. His hands were full of bags and takeout. Olivia followed him to the kitchen where he deposited half of them. Leaving him with his duffel which he carried into her bedroom.
Olivia heard running water and assumed he had gone into her bathroom to wash up. She grabbed the takeout bags to start plating their food when she saw her handsome partner walk out of her bedroom.
"Hi," she greeted cheekily.
Elliot chuckled and dropped down onto her couch with a huff, "Sorry bout that, hands were full, you need help?"
Olivia shook her head, "Relax, I'm just going to heat this up though."
Elliot nodded, "Mind if I check my emails, my phone died on the way here, I just plugged it in in your room."
"Of course not, go ahead," Olivia replied distractedly, while plating their dinners.
Elliot opened her laptop, he couldn't help but smile as he entered her password. He still remembered fondly the time he first discovered that it was their badge numbers.
Grinning proudly as the laptop came to life he was surprised it was already open to a word document. Making sure to click save he was moving his finger on the trackpad to close it when a word on the screen caught his attention.
Elliot.
His name.
Was on this document.
He frowned wondering if this was some type of report for work. But that wouldn't really make sense because they referred to one another as Detective Stabler or Detective Benson in their respective reports.
Elliot glanced up at his girlfriend, "What is this?"
Olivia paused as she finished putting the first plate of Chinese food in the microwave, rubbing her hands together she asked, "What's what?"
"This document, it was on the screen when I turned your laptop on?" Elliot inquired before lowering his eyes back to her computer.
"It's called Dream Diary?" he continued, looking up again. He furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed a slight blush on his partner's cheeks. Olivia very rarely blushed.
"I-uh," Olivia stuttered.
Elliot's gaze fell back down to the word document. He read the last paragraph where he had seen his name in the first place.
I shivered as his strong arms held my hips in place. My legs which he had draped over his shoulders, trembled as I climbed closer and closer to the edge. Elliot's tongue swirled around my engorged clit-
Elliot's head snapped up as the laptop was slammed shut on his lap. Olivia grabbed it and made a quick dash to her bedroom. Elliot was in a bit of shock as his body seemed to be acting on its own accord.
Olivia had placed the computer on top of her dresser and was rubbing her face when Elliot entered her bedroom.
"Wh-what was that?!" he asked again.
Olivia grunted into her hands.
Elliot approached her from behind, "Tell me, cause I gotta say Liv my thoughts are running wild right now."
Olivia groaned again.
Elliot cupped her shoulders and slowly began to massage them over her shirt.
Shit Olivia thought, that's exactly how that dream had started, he had offered her a massage, but he hadn't specified where.
As Elliot continued to massage her back and shoulders Olivia relaxed both physically and mentally. "It's a dream diary, I started it after a particular dream I had in Oregon. Some members of the group suggested it after one of them inadvertently heard me calling out in my sleep."
"I saw my name and the word clit Olivia, just what kind of dreams are you having?" Elliot knew the answer as he breathed into her ear in a tone that was lower than his normal octave.
Olivia moaned, "Sex." She couldn't even try to deny it. She knew he had already come to that conclusion anyways.
"I've started documenting my sex dreams," she whispered.
Elliot gulped loudly, "An-and am I in these dreams?" Truthfully he was almost scared of the answer.
Olivia nodded, her long ponytail bouncing between them, "You're always the star."
"Fuck Liv," Elliot grunted, he didn't swear often, only when Olivia got him really riled up. Olivia could feel the beginning of a hard bulge pressing against her backside.
"When did you have that one?" he inquired, now more curious than ever.
"Just before you got here," Olivia groaned.
"During your nap? Shit, that's so hot. Ho-how many are there?" It'd been over a year and a half since she got back from Oregon, over 540 days worth of potential dreams.
Olivia chuckled, knowing where his thoughts were heading and realizing he wasn't quite wrong. "I've had a couple each month since I've been back."
"Tell me," Elliot proposed, his hands sliding down her ribs to her hips, "Tell me what the one I saw was about."
"El, dinner," Olivia murmured, trying to refocus their attention as she felt her partner grind his hips into her butt. She had changed into a pair of shorts when she got home that night, but the thin material wasn't hiding anything, she could feel her partner's package as he pressed them harder together.
"Tell me," he repeated as he rubbed his clothed erection against her plump derrière.
"You offered me a massage," Olivia whispered as her head dropped back to rest on his shoulder.
"Mmhm, go on," Elliot encouraged as he rocked against her.
"But you didn't say what part of me you'd be massaging, I laid face down on my bed, and I moaned in surprise when you pulled down my pants instead."
Olivia gasped as Elliot spun her around and gently pushed her towards her bed. Olivia turned at the last moment and climbed onto the bed, laying face down.
Elliot grinned, moving to kneel on the bed he spread her legs and sat in between them. He placed his hands on her lower back and proceeded to slide them over her shorts onto her strong glutes. "Keep going," he encouraged.
Olivia moaned into her comforter, "The rest is pretty self explanatory, you had me on my knees, your head between my thighs for a while, before you flipped me over onto my back, you said you wanted to be able to look up my body and see my face when I came."
Elliot groaned behind her, not waiting any longer he removed his own shirt, already feeling too hot and undid his jeans, the pressure too much on his straining cock. Feeling a bit better he moved onto her dream. He grabbed her by the hips and positioned her so that she was on her knees, her torso flat on the bed.
Elliot could hear and see her breathing pickup as he grasped her cotton shorts and slowly pulled them down, over her hips and ass, down to her knees. He lifted each leg so that he could discard them completely, not wanting anything in his way.
Elliot finally glanced up looking to remove her panties next when instead he was greeted by the most glorious site he had ever seen.
Yes, they had been dating for a year. And yes, they still couldn't get enough of each other but he had never had this particular view before. Kneeling behind his girlfriend with her ass presented so prominently.
He could clearly see a sheen of moisture coating her inner thighs already but the part that left him speechless and twitching in his pants was the site of her nether lips.
Olivia was perfectly tanned all over, but now her lips were swollen and flushed from her arousal. He had a perfect view, from her butt down to her lips and entrance, both of which were covered in her juices.
Elliot moaned, screw her dream, this was fulfilling every fantasy he had ever had.
Elliot rubbed her bare hips, "No panties," he stated.
Olivia groaned into her bed, "El please, don't tease me."
Even though she couldn't see him Elliot just nodded, he couldn't wait either.
Elliot leaned down and swiped his tongue along her arousal coated thigh.
"Unghhhhh," Olivia cried.
Elliot placed a suctioning kiss on both butt cheeks, nipping the second one, before swirling his tongue around the reddened skin to soothe the area.
Elliot pushed her legs further apart as he bent down again, starting at the top of her mound he slid his tongue along the length of her swollen slit. "Fuck, taste so good Liv," he muttered as he kissed her clenching hole.
Olivia was mumbling incoherently, while trying not to grind herself against her partner's face.
Elliot pressed two fingers against her lips, spreading her wide open, as he took another pass along her slit, collecting as much moisture as he could.
He ran his tongue in a circle around her entrance, massaging the sensitive tissue and twitching more and more in his own pants from the sounds and taste of his partner.
Elliot slowly wriggled his tongue past her tight entrance until he was bathed in her juices. Her warm wet walls immediately clamped down on his tongue, he could tell she was close already. She must have gotten turned on from her dream, getting herself halfway there without any help from him.
He brought his other hand to her throbbing bundle of nerves at the apex of her mound. Without adding too much pressure he rubbed against her clit, the way he knew she liked best, and sure enough he heard her let out an undignified squeak at the sudden pleasure he was providing.
This position allowed him to hear every moan, groan, and curse word that exited his partner's mouth. He momentarily felt bad for her neighbors because while he rarely swore, Olivia made up for it for both of them.
Elliot groaned as more liquid flooded his mouth in response to his stimuli, he felt her inner walls contract more and more. Her legs were trembling as well, he knew if he kept up this sequence for another minute she would blow.
Trying to remember what she had told him Elliot withdrew his tongue from her clenching tunnel, causing Olivia to gasp at the loss of pleasure, "N-no no no no!" he heard her exclaim.
Not wasting a moment Elliot grasped her waist and flipped her over onto her back. He dragged her to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor between her legs, and placed each of her firm thick thighs on his strong shoulders. He was happy he took the time to remove his shirt because he loved feeling her smooth skin against his own.
Olivia moaned again, "Fuck fuck fuck," as Elliot licked up her slit, this time settling his mouth on top of her pulsating clit. He wrapped his arms under her thighs and around her hips, allowing him to hold her in place, and make his hands free to increase her pleasure.
Olivia bucked against his lips, trying to grind her clit against any part of him.
Elliot chuckled as he held her down and sucked on her swollen bud, the vibrations causing her to cry out. He slipped a hand down to her entrance, slowly pushing a finger in. It slid in easily as her juices lubricated her tunnel.
The one downside to this position occurred then as Olivia tried to close her legs, clamping Elliot's head in place, and causing his hearing to be taken away. He could only hear her muffled cursing and screams in this position. Elliot glanced up her body, groaning when he saw Olivia's head tipped to the side, her hands squeezing her own breasts through her t-shirt.
Elliot rubbed his tongue against her clit, as he pulled his finger out and reentered with two. He felt her body jerk. She was so wet he didn't have to put much effort into it. He hooked his fingers inside her, searching for the one spot he knew made her back arch and her toes curl.
Elliot knew he hit his mark when he was suddenly thrust even more firmly against his partner and the base of her bed by her legs pressing hard against his bare back.
Elliot groaned against her throbbing clit, as he thrust his fingers in and out, making sure to hit that spot each time. Within a minute he felt her walls baring down against his fingers again.
He stopped rubbing her clit with his tongue and instead sucked hard while flicking his tongue against it. He gave a particularly hard thrust into her tunnel as Olivia bucked wildly in his grasp.
He watched in amazement as her back arched and he felt her feet flex against his back. His fingers were met with a flood of moisture as her legs and stomach trembled in his arms. Her head tipped back and her eyes squeezed shut as her lips formed a perfect 'O'.
He kept up the pressure until he felt a hand push against his forehead.
"Ca-can't," Olivia whispered gravely her voice whorse from her orgasm and screaming.
Elliot slowly released her clit, Olivia whimpered softly, and Elliot carefully licked along her lips and thighs. He cleaned up her arousal being careful to stay away from her sensitive clit, but unable to hold in his own moans, he was addicted to so many aspects of this woman, her taste being high on that list.
Olivia sighed as Elliot finally released her thighs, allowing them to rest on the floor as he stood up pulling her shorts back up her body that he had discarded earlier.
Olivia raised her hips as he slid them up and over her ass, she reached her hand out to pull her partner on top of her relaxed body, "What about you?" she murmured quietly.
Elliot pecked her lips, knowing she would be able to taste her own arousal, he shook his head, "I'm okay, let's have dinner first."
Olivia smiled, "Hmmm, to be continued?" she proposed as she quirked an eyebrow.
Elliot grinned even wider, "Absolutely."
He climbed off the bed and pulled her to her wobbly feet, slapping his bare shoulder when he laughed at her unsteady legs.
Elliot reached down to grab his shirt when Olivia stopped him, "You won't be needing that," she whispered in his ear before running her tongue along the edge and nipping his lobe with her teeth.
Elliot groaned as he watched his sexy partner walk out of her bedroom. He shook his head and wondered just what other dreams she had had that he could get the opportunity to fulfill. He made a quick detour into her bathroom before joining her back in her living room.
As Elliot and Olivia sat together on her couch to enjoy their dinner, he asked between bites, "So how'd I do? Compared to your dream."
Olivia smiled around her chopsticks, "It was perfect El." Again he noticed a blush make its way onto her cheeks. "It was exactly how I dreamt it," she mumbled shyly.
"Hmmm, you know, if I perhaps read or had a copy, I would be willing to participate, that is, make your older dreams come to fruition too."
Olivia chuckled, "Oh you'd be willing would you? I wouldn't have to bribe you. I wouldn't want to put you out."
Elliot shrugged, "I mean, I know it may be a lot of extra work, but I guess I could make the time, put in some extra effort, you know, do that for you."
"Ah, well thank you for the offer, I'll definitely think it over," she teased.
Elliot smiled at her before taking another bite of his dinner, Olivia truly wasn't sure if she felt comfortable letting Elliot read about her dreams. She wasn't embarrassed per say, she thought, as she bit her lip in contemplation. But she didn't know how he'd react to some of the kinkier or downright stereotypical for a cop, dreams that she had had. But after he had re-enacted her dream from earlier so well she was now sorely tempted to see what or how he could reproduce the rest.
A/N: This is only the second sex scene I've ever written. I actually have a long one-shot that's almost finished which was my first. Review and or follow if you have the time. As someone not always so sure of her writing I appreciate the feedback, good or bad. And if there are any specific tropes or fantasies you'd like to see in Olivia's dream journal drop it in the comments or message me. What do you think Olivia dreamed about in the hospital in Oregon, and what kind of erotic dreams could she have had after? Until next time…stay safe!