My first attempt at EO smut fic. Mature audiences only. Enjoy :)
In all their years of working together, Elliot Stabler had witnessed nearly all sides of Olivia Benson. He'd seen her the morning after a date that he could tell went really, really well, even if they almost always went nowhere in the grand scheme of things. He'd seen her after a date where she'd called him from the bathroom, asking for him to drum up an excuse regarding a case and call her in, or swing by the restaurant and pick her up for an official police matter, also known as anything to get her away from an awful dinner conversation. He'd seen the good, the bad, and the downright ugly, we won't talk about those guys, in their years as partners.
Secretly, he'd always wondered what it may be like to take her on a real date. Not an undercover operation, not swinging by the diner late, or having dinner to discuss work. He fantasized in his own mind what it may be like to pick her up with reservations set, help her finish buckling her jewelry or zipping her dress, watching as she made final touches to her hair and make up. He'd always wondered what those moments would have done for him– for both of them.
Even through those feelings, he'd never allowed himself to feel fully jealous of the men who got to take her on those dates. Cognitive dissonance played a significant role in giving him the ability to even look at her when she'd come in the morning after a date yawning from her lack of sleep.
Something about imagining her being railed into the early hours of the morning by some other man didn't sit well with him, resulting in a morning of nothing but black coffee until the feeling passed.
He cringed at the thought of other men touching her. He had no right to feel in such a way about her. He had no right to even so much as consider that she should be on her own in order to make him never feel uncomfortable. However, even as partners, he always felt attached to her in some way. The need to protect her, comfort her, love her, all seemed to mesh together.
Ever since being back in her life and her being back in his, the feelings had reappeared, but remained pretty stagnant as he continued to flow in and out of her daily routine. It was easy. It was simple. It was full of love and amazing friendship.
It was also full of accepting that she may go on a date here and there, or turn up at your mutual friend's wedding with another man's hand sliding down her hip, dragging along the snug, black fabric of the dress that clung to her skin. He wondered what she wore beneath it, and whether the man beside her would get to see her bare it all to him tonight. Ugh.
"Who?" He gestured lightly to not attract attention, sipping at his beer without making eye contact with Fin standing beside him.
"Edgar Goodwin, slimy defense attorney," he responded, knowing exactly what Elliot was asking. "Nothing serious. She hardly knows the guy. He doesn't stand a chance in hell in making it any further than helping her catch a cab." Fin watched across the terrace, seeing his Captain hold conversation with others while Goodwin stroked her side, lost in the luster that is Olivia Benson. "She only brought him for one reason, anyways."
Elliot sipped his beer, trying to keep an unfazed stance, "Why's that?" he muttered out.
"To make you jealous, you idiot." Fin snickered, patting Elliot on the chest before walking off, knowing the fire he'd set within his friend.
Elliot dropped his arm that held his beer, staring down the woman who he now realized was onto his game.
It was as if his gaze held a magnetic force, suddenly attracting her eyes from fifty feet away. An inferno set off within him, unable to let go as he watched her every move, now with her eyes locked with his.
He'd lived through the pain long enough. He'd dropped the 'love' bomb on her so soon after his wife died and knew it threw her off. They'd obviously both had tremendous feelings for one another, but neither knew how to act on them. They'd been together as partners and friends for so long before he left her. He abandoned her. How could she ever trust him again? He was simply thankful to have her back in his life in some capacity as a dear friend.
Would she really bring a date she didn't care about simply to grind his gears and set him off? Would she really put him through the agony of watching a man touch her, caress her, whisper in her ear, and tuck her hair back over her shoulder with his fingertips, all while knowing what he wanted to do to her? Knowing what she wanted from him?
He clenched his fist, placing his beer down on a table and watching her intently.
She smiled softly, raising an eyebrow as the man beside her ran his fingers through her chocolate brown locks.
Olivia knew exactly what she was doing to Elliot as she let him watch.
She didn't care for the man beside her. She had no interest in him, honestly. He was someone to talk to. The playing with her hair and the touching was just icing on the cake as she watched the man she truly loved about to break his own knuckles as he cracked them in each hand. She'd told Fin she was bringing a friend, knowing all the while that Fin knew what she was up to.
Elliot's stare intensified from across the way, so much so that she could feel the gravitational pull as he broke his stance and began to stride across the patio to approach her and her date. She swallowed, hard. Her eyes never broke from his.
"Hello," he spoke seriously as entered her personal space, watching as the man beside her dropped his hands from Olivia's body.
"Hi Elliot," she said softly, her eye contact breaking as she became flustered, unprepared for this moment.
He disregarded her, immediately looking to the man at her side, "Elliot Stabler, Organized Crime. Her former partner at SVU."
Edgar raised his chin, nodding, "Ah, Elliot. I've heard about you. Edgar Goodwin."
"All good things, I hope." He said, a sarcastic tone in his voice as he watched Olivia shyly look away, her arms crossing.
He smirked, letting out a chuckle as to answer the question without words.
Elliot's eyes watched Olivia with steam on the verge of pouring from his ears. She knew what she'd started and he planned on ending it. It was time for fucking Edgar to go.
"Well, Elliot," Edgar said charmingly, sliding a hand over Olivia's shoulder, "We should be heading out now. It was nice meeting you."
Elliot nodded, watching Olivia's every move as the man's dark hand slid over her glowing, tan skin. He knew he was being asked to walk away, but couldn't take his eyes off of her as she let this man touch her in front of him. The thought of her leaving with him made him want to spit nails.
"Ah, yeah. Have a good night," he remarked, watching her as Edgar led her away, infuriating him beyond anything he'd ever felt imaginable.
His chest heaved as he watched her walk across the patio with him, heading for the curb of the carpool area as taxis came and went. Watching her get into a cab with him may be what actually breaks him for all of eternity. His eyes ignored the hustle and bustle of the reception around him, silencing the music in his head, and focusing on what happened before him.
He watched as Edgar's hand slid through her hair as the other ran down her back. He watched as she whispered something to him, nodding and tilting her head before the man kissed her cheek. Elliot felt his chest tighten, waiting for her to capture his lips, only for her to pat him on the shoulder and point to the cab that had pulled up. Every muscle within him relaxed as she closed the door behind Edgar, standing on the curve and giving a soft wave as the cab pulled away.
That's when the fire within her spewed from her gaze.
Olivia Benson locked eyes with Elliot Stabler with a couple dozen people scattered between them. The music continued to pound, even as the crowd had begun to die down. The dark night was lit by the eclectic decor and light fixtures across the venue. She began striding towards him, nothing stopping her in her path.
Elliot knew he was in for it.
And God, was he ready.
"You sick son of a bitch."
The intensity in her voice made his heart twitch, his eyebrows raising as she charged towards him, closing the gap without hesitation.
"I believe I could say the same for you," he remarked as she entered his space, finally able to look at her the way he's wanted to all night.
"You were going to let me leave with that guy? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He smirked at her, only setting her off even more. "You're the one who brought someone here just to see what type of reaction I'd have. I could ask you the same thing." He knew he was only adding fuel to the fire, but he wanted to see where her breaking point was.
She stared at him, her chest rising and falling beneath the black material of her floral dress.
"So do you like him?" Elliot quipped.
Olivia clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth together before looking off to the side towards the hotel that bordered the wedding venue, "Do you have a room?"
"I have a room." His response was succinct. He knew she was done playing the game.
She licked her lips quickly, turning away from him and walking towards Fin and Phoebe to thank them for having her. Elliot never moved, not willing to chance stepping on her toes after the night they'd had.
"It was a beautiful wedding. You both have a wonderful night," she said sweetly, hugging each of them.
"I see you lost your date," Fin remarked, smirking in the direction of Elliot before raising an eyebrow at her.
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "Goodnight, Fin." Without giving him a chance to respond, she turned in her heels and walked away, glancing over her shoulder for only a second to see him smiling at her.
He was the only one who truly understood the magic that is Elliot and Olivia, maybe even more than they did themselves.
"So, you have a room," she repeated as she walked by Elliot in the direction of the hotel, letting out a short gasp as he grabbed her hand into his.
"I have a room," he repeated himself, "but after what you've put me through tonight, I'm not sure we'll make it there."
His hand tightened onto hers as she swallowed, looking over at him. Maybe she'd taken this too far? The glimmer in his eyes told her otherwise as she bit at her lip, knowing that the night had only begun. She remained silent, ready for whatever was coming.
God, she knew she would be.
He dragged her into the hotel lobby, his footsteps hammering the floor as he charged confidently towards the elevator. He kept his fingers latched with hers as he slapped the elevator buttons, awaiting the opening of the doors. The doors opened with a 'ding', allowing them to step on. With a single tap, he selected the fourth floor, watching as the doors closed.
Only half a moment passed before he took every ounce of his being and thrusted the woman next to him against the wall of the elevator, taking her mouth with his. She moaned into him, clinging onto his suit jacket as he ran his hands down her hips, feeling through the path the man before him had touched her. The thought alone made him irate.
No one else deserved to touch her. She was his. Whether or not either of them had acknowledged it, she was his. He was hers. Letting anyone else touch his Olivia was regret he'd take to his grave.
His lips worked with hers, their tongues meeting for the first time as he held her against the wall of the elevator, unable to let go of her. His body pinned her there, shielding her and protecting her from the rest of the world. So many men he'd let touch her, have their way with her, wine-'n-dine, and fuck her brains out without him ever speaking up. Regret.
The 'ding' of the elevator forced their separation. He looked down at her, seeing her breathing as if she'd just run a mile. She looked up at him, her dark eyes full of the most heat he'd ever seen within her. They were both beyond ready.
He grunted as he pulled back just enough to take her hand, yanking her off of the elevator and leading her hastily down the hallway to his room. The hotel was elegant, spacious and definitely not cheap. He could have easily driven back to the city, but part of him was holding out for what could happen. He also knew he hadn't been doing well driving alone at night, lost in his own thoughts. Getting proper sleep had been vital to his healing.
That won't be happening tonight, he thought.
Using his keycard to enter the hotel room, he pulled her in, turning her against the wall and kissing her passionately as the door slammed shut behind them. Both dropped their belongings on the side table without breaking contact, kicking their shoes off through unsteady kisses.
"Liv," he whispered against her lips, "God, I love you."
She trembled beneath his touch, feeling his lips wander away from hers and down to her neck, "I love you, too, El." She breathed through his kisses, feeling her body melt into the wall and her legs dissolve beneath her.
He pulled her with him, backing towards the bed as his hands wandered down her body. Olivia slid her hands between them, working on blindly removing his tie, not willing to break from him to watch what she was doing. Sliding it from his shirt, she snatched it from around his neck and tossed it to the floor by where he'd shucked off his black suit jacket.
Elliot turned and rotated her with him to back her into the bed, letting her drop down beneath him, looking up at him. He groaned as he examined her body, the way her breasts were so well supported in the bra he couldn't wait to see, the way the material of her dress hugged her curvy figure in ways he had never let himself truly enjoy.
The gentle lines of her body, the way her skin was still so youthful and supple, the way her tanned skin glowed even under the dim lighting of the outdoor lights shining into the dark room, he could feel himself winding up as he gazed over her.
"Do you have any idea what you put me through tonight?" He grunted out in an ill tone, kneeling over her as he unbuttoned his shirt and swept it off of his arms.
Olivia smiled up at him, a teasing grin that she knew would set him off, "I'm sure you'll remind me over, and over again, tonight."
His cock twitched within the confines of his pants and the look on her face instantly told him that she felt it against her thighs he held himself over. "I don't like when someone tries to take what's mine," he said in a grumble as he leaned over her, kissing her neck softly.
She felt herself begin to soak through her panties, knowing he'd make some remark when he finally reached them. It turned her on even more to think of how jealous he truly was, even if she'd been playing with his head all along.
"Oh really?" She whispered, waiting for him to pull away just far enough to make eye contact. She exhaled, knowing the power her words would bring into the bed before letting them roll off her tongue, "Then show me what it's like to finally be yours."
Her words sent him spiraling, his eyes widening as he shoved her up the bed, throwing her head into the pillows and jerking her dress up around her hips, exposing the black seamless panties she'd thrown on. The material was thin enough to not be seen through clothing, but it didn't leave anything to the imagination when he brushed his fingertips against her, feeling the wetness that had been produced between her legs. Elliot growled as he slid the material down her legs, exposing her glistening core to him. He took the panties into his hand, running them beneath his nose before tucking them into his pant pocket and returning to grab her by the thighs. His body positioned between her legs as he laid across the bed, digging his fingertips into her thighs and pulling his face just an inch away from her center. He kissed the insides of her thighs, making her squirm, just as he had hoped.
She smelled like heaven. He'd never been to heaven, but he was pretty sure this was what it smelled like. Her femininity mixed with the blend of her floral body wash made him almost lose it before he'd ever even taken off his pants. He held himself there, taking in the moment before feeling her hand reach for the back of his head, pressing his mouth to her without hesitation.
He snickered against her folds, kissing delicately as he began lapping at the slick texture. He ignored her clit as it begged for attention, dipping his tongue into her channel before sliding it back up once more. He felt her body arching, asking him to take a hold of the bundle of sensitive nerves. Elliot kissed gently over her clit before sucking roughly, making her squeal with excitement and dig her fingertips into his scalp.
No way was she getting any control after what she'd done to him tonight.
Elliot grabbed both of her hands from above him, snatching them down to the mattress and pinning each hand by her side. She moaned and rocked her hips into his mouth, not even attempting to protest his dominance.
He slid a finger beneath his chin, entering her slowly. Adding a finger, he felt her tighten around him, curling his fingers gently to nudge against the pleasure button within her. He dined on her, taking in the texture, the taste, the aroma, every feature of her sex.
"You are so beautiful, Olivia. Your body is everything." His voice rumbled against her.
"El, I'm so close," she mumbled, "please."
Part of him wanted to pull away, part of him wanted to watch her spiral beneath his ministrations. Ready to see what her body was capable of, he chose the latter, sucking her into his mouth as his fingers pounded into her. She gripped the sheets with her empty hand as his free hand pinned her knuckles into the bed.
He logged the moment she lost all control, wanting to remember it for the rest of his life. Feeling her clench around his fingers and shake through each wave of her orgasm, he slowed his fingers to a gentle stroke within her, licking her with a steady, unwavering pace. His sense of pride flew through the roof as she ground her hips against his mouth. Her soft moans were like nothing he had ever heard before as she whimpered and twitched to pull away from him.
"That was–," she whispered, "earth-shattering."
He smiled up at her glowingly, relieving her of the tension of his position over her as he stood up and unbuckled his belt, looking down at her body with her dress hiked up around her waist. He leaned over her, reaching around her to help unhook her dress, running the zipper down her back as he lifted her up just enough to keep his hands under her. He shimmied the material down her body, freeing her of the snug material of her garments. He examined the black bra that held her breasts in place, noting to himself that he wasn't letting her leave until he got the chance to taste each of them.
Running his pants down his muscular legs, revealing his lack of undergarments, his cock sprang free. Her mouth slipped open, muffling a breath of excitement as she realized what he'd been hiding from her for so long. She looked up at him, rolling onto her stomach and inching to the edge of the bed to meet his hips. She propped herself up on her elbows, reaching a hand out to bring him closer, wrapping her fingertips around his length.
Elliot groaned as her tan fingers closed around him, bringing him to her mouth. She licked the tip gently, her eyes looking up at him from her submissive position. Letting his fingers wander into her hair, he gripped at her roots, giving her the same treatment she did to him, encouraging her forward down his length. The vibrations of her moans rumbled against his cock, pulling him firmer with each stroke. He used her hair for guidance, looking down as her eyes never lost contact with his. He wanted to release himself into her mouth and watch her swallow everything he could give her, but that would have to wait.
His moans intensified as he rocked into her mouth, enjoying the sensations her warm mouth left around his hard member. He wasn't going to last much longer like this. Not with what she was doing to his body.
Pulling her face from him, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. He whispered gently against her forehead, stroking her jaw with his fingertips, "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to come inside you until you can't take anymore."
Her second orgasm almost came right then and there. He looked deeply into her eyes, sliding his thumb to her mouth and letting her suck gently before he kissed her forehead once more. The heat in his voice and his presence was overwhelming; nothing like anything she had ever experienced before.
He reached out to her and rolled her to the pillows, climbing over her and positioning himself, holding her legs at his sides as his cock brushed against her glistening folds. His hands worked to remove her bra, flicking it off of the bed and examining her full breasts that rested on top of her chest. Leaning forward, his mouth wrapped around one nipple while the opposite was tended to with his fingertips before switching attention to the other.
She was his ultimate fantasy, finally being fulfilled.
No way would he last through much more of this.
He felt her body zap beneath him as he bumped his cock against her once more, sliding his length into her slowly. He disappeared within her body inch by inch before landing against her, their groins meeting for the first time. She arched her back, throwing her pelvis into his as he began rocking into her, finding their rhythm together.
Neither held back as they clasped hands, fucking each other back with each thrust.
"You're mine, Liv," he spoke with such a rough, intense tone. "All mine." His hands grasped hers together, pinning them above her head against the headboard, pounding into her over and over, reminding her how much she meant to him with every stroke.
Her moans picked up as her impending orgasm built within her. She knew when he spilled inside her, she'd feel his presence in every move she made. Her legs clung onto the backs of his thighs, digging into his muscles and locking him into her. His hands held her in place, lengthening her body as he felt her tensing around him. His orgasm was only moments away and he knew he wanted her to join him in mutual ecstasy.
"Elliot, please," she begged, preparing herself for her walls to come crumbling down.
"Come with me, Liv," he commanded with sweat trickling down his scalp, his chest damp as he slammed into her one last time, releasing inside her as she came around him, drawing him in and holding him in place. Her orgasm swept over her, rippling in intensity with his.
"God," she whispered, her breathing still heavy and uneven.
He looked down at her, holding himself over her as he slid from her body, "I prefer 'Elliot'."
She swatted her hand over at his chest, laughing as he slid up her body and wrapped her up into his arms, curling her into him. "You ass," she said in a snarky tone, pulling his face down so she could kiss his lips, sharing the taste of one another after their night of pure bliss that had been so many years in the making.
"That was everything and more," Elliot said against her lips. "I love you."
She looked him in the eye, their noses brushing against one another, "It really was. I love you, too."
He curled her close, running his hand along her breasts, fondling her delicate nipples and sliding his hand down her hips. "A bath sound good? You took it pretty hard there. I don't want you getting sore."
She nodded, kissing his lips as he stroked through her hair, thankful to finally share moments like this with him. "That sounds perfect. Thank you."
He smiled and kissed her once more before climbing off the bed, turning on a lamp as he turned to head for the bathroom. He took in the moment, looking over her body and absorbing every inch of her in his mind. Her post-sex glow illuminated her against the darkness.
After releasing the vision of her momentarily, he moved to the bathroom to start a bath, turning on the dim lights and starting the warm water. He reached into the hotel room closet to pull out the two robes that hung in protective wrapping from the hotel laundry service. Unwrapping them and hanging them on the wall hooks, he turned to check the water before heading back to retrieve her.
Elliot helped her from bed, looking her over as she did the same to him. So many years spent side by side, so many years spent apart, all to finally end up like this– bared to one another.
"The bath should be almost ready," he said softly, kissing her cheek as he led her to the bathroom.
The hot water comforted her body as she slid in first with him moving in behind her, enveloping her with his arms as he shut off the water. She sank into his chest, letting him support her exhausted body in the warmth of the bath around them.
"Feeling you hold me feels so right," Olivia said softly as she nestled against him.
Elliot kissed her shoulder, moving up to her neck and suckling gently against the tender skin. His fingers touched her breasts, caressing her nipples with soft strokes of his thumb. He'd always imagined what this may be like and even with everything he'd imagined, reality had managed to exceed his fantasy.
Elliot's hands embraced her body, reminding her of his presence and comforting her with every touch. He whispered against her, pressing his lips to her shoulder, "It feels like home."