Stuck Like Glue
A/N: Who doesn't love a good handcuffed together trope? Rated M for language and sexual situations. Angst ahead. Not loving how they're writing Olivia in the new episodes and on OC so this is my therapy. I put a lot of time and effort into this chapter. Please note I'm not an SVU expert, especially on the older seasons, so please don't hold it against me if I wrote something in this chapter incorrectly. Enjoy your weekend! Happy reading.
Chapter 4
Olivia moaned as she slowly became more aware of her surroundings. She was warm but the hard mattress beneath her was warmer.
Groaning she tried to bury her head in the sheets underneath her, but instead all she did was nuzzle against some warm skin and sparse hairs.
Not understanding her predicament she ran her free left hand over what she thought would be sheets but was actually her ex partner's rib cage and right pec.
Elliot groaned and moved his free hand as well, which Olivia noted had strayed too at some point during the night, and was now smoothing up and down her bare back under her shirt.
Olivia gasped and sprang up in bed, trying unsuccessfully to disentangle herself from her ex partner. She yanked hard on her right hand forgetting they were handcuffed as she struggled to untangle their legs.
"Shit Liv," Elliot grumbled as his arm was yanked. "Would you hold still a moment damn it."
In her haste to get away from all the skin to skin contact, not helped by the way her shirt had been pushed up so she could feel Elliot's hard abdominal muscles against her stomach, she put herself in an even worse position, somehow coming to straddle him.
They both froze when her pajama clothed core came into contact with his boxer covered groin.
"Stop please," Elliot practically begged, grabbing ahold of her hips, "Please don't move," he could handle a lot of things but a squirming Olivia Benson wearing nothing but his shirt, some small pajama shorts that he couldn't even see, and her lacy garters, literally against his dick was not something he was prepared for.
Olivia gulped, "What the hell happened?" Olivia questioned accusingly.
Elliot narrowed his eyes at her, "You're blaming me for this?" he asked exasperatedly.
Olivia grimaced, she couldn't hold herself up in the position she was in any longer, his arm too heavy for her to support in the air, so she begrudgingly lowered her hands to rest against his chest.
"I hate to break it to you, but the way you woke up is all on you Benson!" Elliot explained.
"Wh-what?! How the hell do you figure that?" Olivia whispered unsure of the time and not knowing who may be up yet.
Elliot smirked, "Look around you, I clearly haven't moved from my side of the bed sweetie."
Olivia did indeed glance at the empty side of the bed where she had started her night, but not wanting to admit defeat she argued back, "Yeah well whose hand was shoved up the back of my shirt darling?" she countered sarcastically.
Elliot chuckled, "Yeah after you practically climbed on top of me during the night sweetheart."
"I was asleep!" Olivia exclaimed, still trying to keep her voice down.
"Likely excuse muffin, and you're not asleep now are you?" Elliot nearly moaned. He glanced down at the golden tanned legs that were spread on either side of his hips. His shirt pooled around her upper thighs. The only other visible clothing, her black lacy garters. His hand had a mind of it's own as his fingers ran along the rim of the garter resting high on her thigh.
Olivia gasped, an electric shock rocked through her body as she felt his digits glide over her sensitive skin. She jerked forward, her free hand smashing against the headboard.
Elliot allowed his eyes to slowly trail up her body. The room was cool but he couldn't be sure if it was cold enough to account for the hard peaks he could see trying to poke through the shirt she was wearing. He unconsciously licked his lips. This was definitely a predicament that he didn't mind being stuck in.
"El-liot," she cried, as the headboard ricocheted off the wall, "Ungh." Her body and brain were at war but her brain won out as she pushed against the headboard again for stability, and swung her leg over her partner's torso, ignoring the obvious bulge she felt against her inner thigh. She couldn't really blame him for that, she had been sitting in his lap.
"We need to get changed, get something to eat, can I assume we have the same seminar this morning?" Olivia asked exasperatedly.
Elliot sighed, "Not like it matters now." He shook their conjoined hands for an extra emphasis.
"So how do you want to shower?" Elliot inquired.
Olivia gasped, "Wh-what?! We're not, no, we are not showering. I'm assuming you showered yesterday morning, and I know for a fact you've gone longer without. You smell fine. You can shower tonight once you're free!"
Elliot chuckled, "Sure Liv. You know what you're right, this," Elliot gestured to his body, "Wet, way too much temptation for you. I get it."
Olivia deadpanned, "Yes, that's the problem."
Elliot grinned, "Glad you can admit it."
Together they worked to get ready. Taking turns again in the bathroom and brushing their teeth together. Elliot waited patiently while Olivia attempted to do most of her make up left handed, but it didn't go over well according to her. He was thankful his right hand was free when he began shaving.
"You slapped me," Elliot said, catching her gaze in the mirror, and breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"You were talking about my son and how much of an apparent slut I am, you're very lucky it wasn't worse," Olivia explained, unable to hold his penetrating stare.
"Hah, how many times in our partnership did you want to slap me? You never did before."
Olivia chuckled, "That's technically not true. Oh no, I wanted to hit you plenty of times. I just mean it's not true that I've never slapped you before, hell, possibly even harder than I did last night."
Elliot paused his shaving to look at her, "Stuckey."
Olivia nodded, "Stuckey."
Elliot looked back at the mirror, catching her eye, "You aren't a slut, and I shouldn't have- you're right, I have no moral high ground which to judge you from. I'm sorry."
Olivia's jaw dropped, "You're apologizing? You? Elliot Stabler…apologizing for being an ass?"
Elliot laughed, "I'm getting soft in my old age."
He watched as her eyes inadvertently dropped down to his bare torso, running up his abs and chest before meeting his stare again in the mirror.
"Somehow I don't think any part of you is soft Stabler," Olivia husked.
Elliot swallowed loudly and tried to concentrate on finishing his shave without cutting himself.
Once he was done they reentered their room and reassembled their clothing that had hung messily around their cuffed hands throughout the night. Both changed into new pants, Elliot sad when her sexy garters were no longer in his view.
They tried to smooth out their clothing but they both realized it was a losing battle.
Olivia checked her phone, smiling from the good morning message she received from Lucy's phone, but clearly came from her smiling son. She came across another message from the hotel informing her that they would notify her the minute the locksmith arrived. He had been told about what their situation entailed and would come prepared with the necessary tools to break the cuffs.
They were definitely starting to hurt both their wrists. Metal cuffs were not meant to be worn for hours and hours at a time.
"Here," Elliot muttered, while grabbing one of his extra silk ties from the dresser. Standing facing one another he clasped his cuffed hand with hers, while using his free hand to slowly wrap his tie around her wrist under the cuff, creating a barrier between her skin and the cuff.
Olivia was touched by his thoughtfulness, as she stared into his penetrating gaze. She felt Elliot smooth his thumb over her hand, giving her unnecessary shivers up and down her whole arm.
"Better?" he whispered.
Olivia nodded, letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Good," he stated, still holding her hand in both of his.
Olivia sighed, there were times, small moments like this, where she truly thought they had taken a step back in time. This was her ex partner. The one she remembered. Caring and protective. Sometimes to a fault.
Staring into his eyes, nothing had changed in his oceanic gaze. His eyes were exactly as she remembered them.
But as her field of view widened so did the changes. They weren't back in time. This wasn't 10 years ago. His body may still look great but if she examined him any closer she realized like her, he had succumbed to a few more wrinkles. And unlike her, his hair had receded even further than it had during their partnership. It was noticing these physical changes that launched her heart and mind back into the present, where all the emotional changes and damages had been done.
Elliot knew the second she checked out of whatever moment they were having. Her eyes had gone from a warm twinkling honey hue, to a cold distant mahogany. The sparkle was gone in an instant.
"You know I'm not going to give up, I'm still a stubborn son of a bitch," Elliot whispered softly.
"Oh I agree, you are most definitely still a son of a bitch." Olivia yanked their conjoined hands, and opened the bedroom door, she didn't get very far however as she came to an abrupt halt, seeing both their squads and a flustered looking Carisi, all holdings plates and scooping breakfast items on to them in the kitchen.
Every head in the room turned to look at them when they exited their room.
"Uhh, good morning, hope everybody slept well," Olivia announced.
There were some shrugs, nods, and good morning replies.
"Why is everyone staring?" Elliot barked.
Olivia rolled her eyes, the man had about as much finesse as a bull in a china shop.
Olivia noticed Carisi blush and look down while rubbing the back of his neck. Rollins was staring daggers at Elliot. Fin and Kat kept looking at each other, the latter nodding and then directing her head towards her and Elliot.
It was Sergeant Bell that spoke up, "It's nothing, um look we ordered breakfast though, buffet style, why don't you guys grab a plate. There's coffee too."
"Bell?" Elliot questioned, not letting the subject drop.
"Look," Fin piped up, "It's just the walls are pretty thin in here, some people could hear you last night, and well we could all kinda hear you this morning."
"And just what do you think it is you were all apparently hearing?" Olivia practically growled, while moving to cross her arms, only to realize she couldn't when handcuffed to Elliot.
"Uhhhh, well for starters…look Liv it's not a big deal, good for you guys, for making up or whatever. But yeah we kinda heard you. You know, your headboard bang against the wall. Then we all heard you, ummmm, moan Stabler's name. It was silent for a bit then we heard running water, I'm assuming you all took a shower afterwar-"
"Oh my God!" Olivia exclaimed. "We did not-no." She was the flustered one now. Glancing at Elliot in her peripheral vision she could see the flush coloring his Irish skin.
Olivia sighed and took a deep breath, "We did not do anything but sleep. We had a bit of a situation getting out of bed this morning, that was the banging you heard. We did NOT shower despite somebody's suggestion," at this she threw Elliot a dirty look, "The water you heard was simply the tap as we brushed our teeth and got ready for the day. That is all. Nothing has or ever will happen between Detective Stabler and I, I cannot stress this enough."
As Olivia explained she noted different expressions on different faces. His squad mostly seemed confused. Rollins looked relieved. Fin and Kat were frowning. Carisi still seemed flustered.
There was an awkward silence before Elliot broke it, "Come on let's grab some breakfast, we all gotta be on our way soon."
Despite still being handcuffed they ate as quickly as they could. Elliot had helped scoop some scrambled eggs and bacon onto her plate. Things were awkward again when Elliot automatically prepared a coffee for her, exactly how she took it all their years they were partnered.
"Sorry, I should have asked," he muttered, realizing he didn't know if she even drank the stuff anymore.
Olivia had shook her head, "Uh no it's fine, thanks."
Just like yesterday they all descended down the stairs to the main floor, ready to embark on their first seminars for the day, Olivia was happy she had signed up for a lecture. Something quiet, with no participation, so she could hide in her seat.
The group slowly started to break up, people heading to their respective rooms.
"You know all those times I defended you two to Cragen, telling him you weren't too close, this wasn't exactly what I pictured I was denying," a voice joked behind Olivia.
She spun as much as she could on the spot, smiling at the teasing man.
"George! It's so good to see you, how the heck did they rope you into this?" Olivia replied while giving him a one armed hug.
"Actually I have my own seminar on mental health, plus free meals," he winked at her before turning his attention to her other half.
"Huang long time no see," Elliot greeted kindly.
Huang nodded, "Nice to see some things never change, looks like you're still getting into trouble and bringing your partner along with you?"
Olivia chuckled darkly, Elliot scowled at them both.
"Or was this your idea Olivia? Some kind of new therapy I don't know about?"
"Ha ha," Elliot replied. "Actually I had nothing to do with this either," he shook their conjoined hands for emphasis.
"Hmmm, so the rumor mill was true though, you're back on the job?" Huang inquired.
"Yeah, it's a long story," Elliot explained.
"I'm sure it is, and I'd love to hear it, but I really have to get to my conference, Olivia you have my number, we should catch up while we're all here and good luck with that."
Olivia agreed, not sure if he was wishing her luck with the handcuff situation or Elliot himself.
The room they were in was like every lecture hall on a college campus. Rows of chairs with one long desk spanning across the room, with stairs leading down to the speaker, and power point presentation.
Normally Olivia would have sat up close but not wanting anymore attention she lead them to the closest seats to the door in the top row.
Olivia took out her iPad and notebook, ready to take notes.
Elliot chuckled as they sat down, "Brings back memories huh?"
Olivia chanced a glance at her overly relaxed partner who was leaning back in his chair. "You're not taking notes?"
Elliot shrugged, "I heard they're gonna post the seminars online after the conference, I'll just copy them then."
Olivia sighed, "Still cutting corners everywhere you can I see."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Elliot furrowed his eyebrows.
Olivia shook her head, "Nothing, just-you haven't changed, you never take initiative, never have, never will…" she trailed off, whispering the last part.
Elliot scowled, he was about to deny her statement when the speaker started the seminar. Knowing he couldn't continue the conversation, Elliot sat back in his chair with an angry huff.
Olivia spent the next three hours taking notes and ignoring her ex partner, who spent the entire time muttering and sighing angrily under his breath.
Olivia had turned her phone to vibrate but was nevertheless surprised when it made the desk rattle loudly. Checking her message she was pleased to see a message from the hotel asking her to come to a different room, the locksmith had finally arrived.
Olivia kicked his foot lightly under the desk, "Come on we have to go, Locksmith is here."
"Great," Elliot mumbled.
They quietly made their way out of the lecture hall, and found the room they were looking for. There were a couple staff in the room, including to Olivia's surprise the young man who had checked them in.
"Oh, so you're the reason I had to google how to get out of handcuffs Captain Benson?" he asked smiling at Olivia.
Olivia chuckled, "Guilty."
"I'm Matt by the way, I don't think I've ever actually told you my name. It's Matt. Matthew. Mattie. Whatever," he rambled on.
"Well you can call me Olivia," she gave him a sly smile as Elliot coughed loudly beside her.
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Can we just get out of these things?" Elliot growled.
"Right, you're up Sir," Matt pointed to another man in the room who had a variety of tools on a desk.
"Name's James, let's see what I'm working with here," he drawled while looking at the handcuffs.
"Right, I can snap these in half in the middle with some heavy duty pliers. Then I'm gonna have to use this saw here, to cut you out individually."
James looked up at the two officers, snapping his gum, "That sound good to you two?"
"Yes, Yep," they both replied instantly.
James grabbed the large heavy duty pliers and just like he said, quickly snapped the link between the two cuffs.
Olivia sighed in relief at no longer being chained to her ex partner.
Next James grabbed the small saw, Elliot noticed Olivia flinch at the loud sound and just as he was about to take a step towards her to offer her a comforting hand, Matt beat him to it, placing a hand on her shoulder for support while James made her promise not to move.
They draped a towel over her hand and arm and gave her a pair of protective eyewear.
Olivia closed her eyes as James cut through the metal as if it were butter, hearing it clang as it hit the floor.
"One done, now you," James stated moving on to Elliot.
Matt stayed by Olivia as James freed Elliot from his cuff too. Elliot picked them up off the floor.
"We good then?" he asked to the three people in the room.
"Uh yeah, I think the instructor was hoping to apologize to you two again, but he's currently teaching another workshop still, if you want to wait around for a few more minutes?" Matt informed them.
"No thanks," Elliot replied. "Thanks man," he said shaking James' hand and stomping out of the room.
"Um, sorry about him, it's been a long 24 hours," Olivia apologized.
Matt smiled at her, "Nonsense."
Olivia checked her watch, her squad had planned to meet up at one of the restaurants for lunch. "Actually I have to get going to, but thank you for arranging this and thank you James for coming out this way."
James, who was packing up his tools nodded, "No problemo Ma'am."
"'Kay well, I guess I'll uh, see you around then," Matt suggested.
Olivia grinned, "Yes looks like that keeps happening."
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It didn't take long for Olivia to find her squad they were halfway through lunch and thankfully discussing their seminars and not her and Elliot when she stumbled upon them.
Ordering a quick salad, Olivia took the time to message Lucy and check some of her emails and messages.
"You gonna take that off?" Rollins asked her, her eyes dropping to the tie still laced around her wrist.
"Oh, um not yet, I'm not sure how bruised, or red my wrist is, so I'd rather not until after the next seminar when I'm back in our suite."
Amanda nodded, it made sense.
Thankfully for Olivia the afternoon flew by. Time seemed to be moving much quicker now that she wasn't chained to her ex partner. She wasn't sure what that actually said about things.
She was surprised to see most of his stuff gone when she got back to her room that evening. She was sure she was going to have to force him out of her room. Not wanting to dwell on it she stripped off her blazer and shirt as she made her way into her bathroom.
She gasped as soon as she entered the bathroom. That smug bastard had gotten back before her and taken a shower in her bathroom. The room smelled exactly like him. She wasn't sure if it was his shampoo or cologne or a mixture of both.
Fuck him, she thought. She'd be stuck with this smell all night. He knew it too. Smug bastard.
Olivia groaned as she showered and tried to pretend that she didn't like his scent or worse that she hadn't missed it.
It was nearing 8 o clock when she finally emerged from her room, wearing some dark skinny jeans, a black camisole and thin cardigan.
Both squads were lounging around. Olivia noted Carisi was present again. Seemed he preferred hanging out with them in his spare time versus the DA's office.
"Hey Captain I was just about to come get you, wanna order some dinner?" Freddie asked her, leaning against the wall beside her door.
Olivia nodded, "Yeah starving."
"Well we can't have that, what can I get for you?" he handed her the room service menu, and she ordered the grilled chicken with rice and vegetables.
"Comin' right up Captain," Freddie winked at her, as he made the rounds collecting everybody's orders.
Olivia searched the room her eyes landing on her scowling partner who was standing with Fin and Morales, but was staring at her, his arms crossed angrily over his broad chest. He too had changed into jeans and a fitted shirt.
Olivia nodded her head towards an empty area of the suite.
"What?" Elliot asked abruptly as he met her in the corner of the room.
Olivia was taken aback by his demeanor. "Here," she said, holding out his tie, "Thank you for letting me borrow it."
Olivia let the silk slip between her fingers, Elliot grabbed it and shoved it in his back pocket.
"Anything else?" he grumbled.
Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, "You're free now why are you so pissy?"
Elliot rolled his eyes and walked away from her.
"Wow, very mature Stabler," she chuckled.
"No it is mature, I've learned to walk away before saying something I would later regret. Enjoy your night Captain."
"Unbelievable," she muttered and walked over to Rollins, Carisi, Bell and Kat.
The night carried on, their food arrived rather late, closer to ten, apparently the kitchen had been slammed this Friday evening.
They all ate in a group in the living area and it wasn't long before the alcohol started flowing too.
"Where's Phoebe tonight?" Olivia asked Fin after she caught him checking his watch for the tenth time.
"Actually I'm plannin' to sneak out soon, shhhh, don't tell my boss," he joked.
Olivia laughed, "As long as you attend the seminars you signed up for, I don't care where you sleep."
"Sounds good, plus we have the morning off."
Olivia nodded taking a sip of her red wine, "Yeah I'm meeting Mel at the spa actually."
"Good, I haven't seen her yet, give her my best."
Olivia was about to respond when Freddie spoke up, "Let's do it come on, never have I ever! Best way to get to know each other better, right Captain?" he asked Olivia, winking at her again.
Olivia smiled and laughed. Elliot had a permanent frown on his face. Was there any man on this earth that didn't flirt with her?!
"Okay okay, so what are the rules again?" Bell asked once everybody had a drink. Most people had shots, Olivia stuck to her glass of red wine. Elliot kept the beer he had slowly been nursing all night. Bell too was drinking wine.
"You say something you haven't done, if you have you take a shot or drink. Once you've done five things, you're out. You guys just wanna start by going round the circle?" Rollins proposed.
Everybody agreed. Things started out fairly innocently never have I ever called in sick when I wasn't. Never did I ever sneak out of my house as a teenager. Meaningless things which had most people taking a shot or two.
Elliot was angry as he watched Freddie flirt with Olivia. She didn't think he took initiative well he'd fix that. When it was his turn he turned the tone of the game.
"Never have I ever kissed a CSU tech," he grinned sardonically at Olivia.
Olivia frowned and took a drink, much to her squads surprise. It was her turn next.
She didn't even think. "Never have I ever kissed my partner," she replied with a smirk, watching as he angrily took a gulp of his beer.
The round continued as the tone of the game took on a more sexual nature.
It was Bell's turn who was sitting beside Elliot. "Never have I ever slept with someone from IAB."
Morales spit out his drink, "I told you that in secret!"
But it wasn't his reaction that caught his attention. It was Rollins, Fin and Carisi all whipping their heads around to look at Olivia whose mouth was agape.
"Drink up Cap," Carisi laughed.
Elliot laughed, "Wait you cant be serious. IAB finally got in SVU's pants. Shit, I know they had a hard on for us for years. Wait wait don't tell me, was it the head rat bastard himself?!"
Elliot kept laughing, thinking this was some kind of joke. His laughter stopped when Olivia stared into his eyes and took a large gulp of her wine.
"You and Tucker?! Are you shitting me?"
"Last I checked this was never have I ever, not truth or dare. There aren't follow up answers Stabler, maybe if you had been around you'd know."
"Maybe if I had been around it wouldn't have happened," Elliot declared cockily.
"My turn? Let's see never have I ever had a stalker," Elliot smiled.
Olivia practically growled as she took another sip of her wine.
"Never have I ever had more excessive force complaints than accommodations in my file," Olivia smirked, watching Elliot drink again.
The room was growing more tense, as the squads watched the back and forth between Elliot and Olivia.
When Morales said never have I ever slept with a lawyer, and Freddie took a shot, and Olivia took another drink Elliot lost his cool.
"Never have I ever, stripped down and pretended to be a hooker," Elliot grinned around his beer bottle, as Olivia nearly polished off her wine.
Olivia narrowed her eyes, going for the kill shot, "Never have I ever abandoned my partner without a word."
Silence filled the hotel suite as every person watched Elliot drain his beer. He pointed it at Olivia.
"Drink up Liv, cause God knows you abandoned me twice."
Olivia stood up, "What did you just say?"
Elliot sprang to his feet, "You don't remember, you pulled that bullshit not once but twice on me?"
They both moved towards each other, Freddie and Bell moved to quickly stand between them.
"You know what guys, it's late, why don't we all call it a night, okay?" Bell suggested.
Olivia stared at Elliot and finished her glass of wine.
She placed her wine glass on the coffee table, "Good idea, goodnight everybody."
Olivia turned to walk into her room when Fin stopped her, "You okay?"
Olivia nodded, "Fine Fin. Have a good night," she answered while patting his shoulder.
"Oh," he called, "Kat's gonna stay in my room tonight just so you know!"
Olivia entered her room and leaned against her door.
He could get under her skin like no other person in the world had ever been able to do. It was his superpower, she was sure.
She was fuming and wishing she had had more than one glass of wine.
She opened her door planning to grab a bottle when her eyes landed on Elliot, alone in the suite. He had been cleaning up the bottles and glasses that everybody had left around the room.
Olivia gasped as he dropped the empty beer bottle onto the couch and marched towards her.
She couldn't think straight when he bent down and grasped her legs where her thighs met her ass, and lifted her into the air. Her legs immediately clasped around his strong hips.
Olivia moaned as Elliot kicked her door close and sank his teeth into the skin on her collarbone.
"Ahhh," she gasped before remembering she had to be quiet.
"Wh-what do you th-think you're doing?!" Olivia mumbled as he kissed and sucked his way up her neck. Olivia could feel his strong abdomen against her own. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slid them down to his bulging biceps. The man was ridiculously strong.
"Good to know you haven't changed either," Elliot breathed against her skin. "God you can still dish it out can't you?"
Olivia groaned, "You're one to talk, you smug bastard."
Elliot supported her with one arm and pushed her body against the wall, freeing his other hand, he pulled the cardigan down one of her arms.
"You're the one that claimed I never take initiative!" Elliot exclaimed.
Olivia mouth fell open in a silent moan, as Elliot moved his mouth down to the swell of her generous breast.
"Uh-I-fuck," Olivia moaned. "Ca-we can't do this, shit Stabler!"
"Fuck," she growled lowly as his hand cupped her camisole covered breast.
"You have no idea how long I've thought about you, about this," and he squeezed her breast for extra emphasis.
Olivia dropped her head against the wall, her hips unconsciously bucking against his solid abdomen.
Elliot groaned and grabbed her under her thighs again, he walked them to her bed.
He dropped Olivia to her feet, and moved in to kiss her. Olivia dodged his lips and grasped the bottom of his t-shirt pulling it over his head before he could even blink. She dropped the cardigan to the floor, seeing it land on top of his shirt.
Elliot gave her a slight push and she fell back on to her bed. She leaned back on her hands as she watched Elliot undo the button and zipper on his jeans.
Olivia frowned when he didn't tug them down immediately, and instead came to kneel on the bed between her legs.
Olivia reached down before he could, and pulled her thin camisole over her head.
She heard Elliot's quick intake of breath as her bra clad breasts came into view.
"At least you're not playing a hooker this time," he muttered.
"Fuck you," Olivia growled.
"Patience," Elliot replied.
Elliot leaned over her, kissing his way down her sternum. "You have no idea how long that image of you was seared into my brain."
Olivia moaned unable to hold it in as Elliot's warm tongue and lips set her nerves on fire.
She felt like every place his mouth touched was directly linked to her core.
Elliot reached around her back and released her bra clasp. Not wasting a minute he pulled it from her arms, tossing it off the bed.
Olivia groaned and laid back as he moved his hands up her rib cage before catching her breasts between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Shit, Fuck," they both moaned.
Elliot couldn't believe that after more than twenty years he was finally laying beside his partner half naked. He had fantasized about this moment more times than he could ever count but the real deal was so much better.
Olivia squirmed, she wasn't shy about her body but she also wasn't twenty two anymore. She knew she wasn't a size two anymore and although he had stated he liked her new curves just last night, she was still self conscious, especially when he was bulkier than ever.
Elliot noticed Olivia's sudden shyness, just as he picked up most things in regards to her.
"You're so fucking beautiful, you have no idea do you?"
Olivia closed her eyes, she didn't want this, this intimacy. Taking matters into her own hands, she slid them between their bodies and undid her jeans. She moved her hands placing them on his waist and sliding them down to his pants. His skin was ridiculously soft under her fingers.
Trying to focus she continued to glide her hands around to his back, before slipping them down his pants. Olivia squeezed his firm butt cheeks, and pushed his pants and boxers down as far as she could. She used her legs to push them the rest of the way down his legs until she heard the soft plop of them landing on the floor.
Elliot groaned and kissed between her breasts before moving to pull her pants off too.
He flung them, along with her panties, over his shoulder, not bothering to see where they landed.
"Jesus Christ Olivia," Elliot groaned and rubbed his eyes.
She was all smooth caramel colored skin. Elliot smoothed his hands from the top of her feet, up her shins, and along her strong thick thighs. "These legs, shit, you have no idea how hard it was not to stare at you all day every day. They always looked fantastic in your work slacks. Shit, they looked amazing in your jeans tonight too," Elliot rambled on.
Elliot's lips had followed his hands from her feet to her upper thighs, he spread her legs, opening her to his view at last. He leaned down, his intent clear, as Olivia moaned and grabbed his head to still him.
"I don't need that," she whispered, as he ran his tongue from one hip bone to the other.
Olivia flipped them over, surprising Elliot as she settled on top of him, straddling his upper thighs.
Olivia placed her hands on his pecs. She couldn't help but admire his strength. She knew when they were partners that no matter how heated their arguments got that he would never use it against her.
Her fingers traced the indentations between his abs, until she hit the defined V at the base of his torso.
Not stopping but looking at his face instead of his body, Olivia moved until she was on her knees, and lined herself up with his hard shaft.
Elliot grabbed her hips before she could connect them, halting her for a moment, "Are you drunk?"
Olivia shook her head, feeling him break down one of her walls. Just the fact that he asked, provided even more comfort to her.
"Are you?" she volleyed back.
"Not even a little," Elliot replied.
Olivia dropped down, her arousal coating his pelvis, and erection as she ground her hips against his.
"Fuck," Elliot groaned, staring at their lower halves.
Olivia moaned as his hard on slipped between her swollen folds, knocking her clit. She wanted to be on top, she needed to maintain the control.
"Liv, pl-please, I'm not gonna last, it's been too long," Olivia grinned as she heard Elliot beg.
Olivia adjusted her lower half and gasped when she felt the tip of his shaft press against her tight entrance.
Elliot grunted and bucked his hips, breaching her wet opening and slipping inside a couple inches.
"Unghhhh Stabler!" Olivia whimpered. She knew he'd be big, but as she hadn't taken the time to examine him in any detail, she could only go by the way he firmly stretched her tight entrance and pulsating walls.
"You're so wet, shit Liv, arguing with me get you hot?" Elliot joked, while trying not to cum just from the feeling of her warm wet walls, molding to his rod.
Olivia growled as she sank fully down on his erection, until her clit pressed against his pelvic bone.
"Fuck yes, God you're amazing," Elliot moaned. He had his hands on her waist and rubbed them down to her hips, she she got use to his shaft stretching every inch of her.
Olivia slowly started moving up and down his hard cock, swaying her hips back and forth as she pressed her hands into his hard pecs.
Elliot groaned and slipped his hands down to cup her firm ass. He helped her grind against.
"You have no idea how good you feel Liv, so fucking tight, shit," Elliot grunted as he bucked up into her.
Olivia cried out and bit her lip, she didn't think he could get any deeper, he was already hitting places inside her no other man had ever been, but after he bucked below her, he sank even further.
"You're perfect, so fucking perfect," he whispered. Elliot squeezed her ass, and moved his hands up her back before bringing them around to cup her full heavy breasts.
Olivia whimpered when he swiped his thumbs against her hard pointed nipples.
"Oh shit!" Olivia grunted, when he sat up and locked his lips around one firm peak, while he tugged the other.
"I-I-uhhhhhhhhhh," Olivia groaned, her walls clenching hard against his shaft. It may have been longer for him, but it had been a long time for her too and her ex partner was hitting her in all the right places.
"Shit, Fuck," they both moaned as they hurled towards their respective climaxes.
Elliot switched breasts, loving how distended her nipples became in his mouth, as he sucked, licked, and nipped at her tanned buds.
He slid his free hand down her body. He was going to blow any second now. His balls felt heavy, primed to release. He heard Olivia gasp when his two fingers hit their spot. He slid them around her clit, gathering her excess moisture, then slipped them up and down her throbbing bundle of nerves.
Elliot gasped as he felt her walls clench even harder around his erection, releasing the nipple he had been sucking on.
"Ah, ah, ah, fuck," Olivia moaned. Her head and back snapped back.
Elliot groaned, the image of his sexy partner reaching her climax was the final straw, he bucked his hips as he came, grunting as he spirted inside her, her walls milking him for all that he had.
Olivia gasped, she had so rarely let a man cum inside her that the feeling was very foreign to her.
Olivia collapsed onto the bed beside Elliot.
They both laid on their backs, staring at the ceiling and trying to catch their breaths.
"Sh-shit Olivia th-that was, holy shit," Elliot muttered.
"Hmmm," Olivia mumbled, reaching down to pull the sheet over her sweaty but rapidly cooling skin.
"I-uh, are you okay?" Elliot asked cautiously, not loving how quiet she was.
"Fine, Stabler, you can go now."
"Wait, what?" Elliot chuckled, not believing what he had heard.
"You got what you wanted. Well done. You can finally after more than twenty years, cross it off your list. Congratulations you got between my legs," Olivia snapped.
"Are you serious right now?" Elliot whispered darkly.
"You said it yourself, you've been imagining this for years. Good job, you finally got your wish, you finally fucked your partner, literally this time."
Elliot jumped out of bed and picked up his pants, not bothering with his boxers, he yanked them on.
"Yo-you're," Elliot shook his head.
Olivia rolled onto her side, away from Elliot, "Make sure you close the door on your victory lap."
Elliot grabbed his shirt and headed to the door, pausing before opening it, he called over his shoulder, "Don't you mean my walk of shame?"
Dodging the pillow thrown at his head Elliot left her room, and very nearly ran over Carisi who was closing the door to Rollins' room.
Both men froze in their tracks. They eyed one another and seemed to come to some sort of silent agreement that neither would rat out each other.
Elliot stomped to the room he was sharing with Freddie and quietly slipped inside. He didn't know what Carisi had been doing in Amanda's room so late and he didn't want to know either.
Elliot flopped down on his bed and ran his hands up and down his face in frustration. He could still smell her on his hands and body.
He knew then that he wasn't going to be getting any sleep that night.
A/N: Sorry for the length. Was proofread but there still may be mistakes. Thank you for all the amazing reviews and follows. They mean the world. This is only the third sex scene I've ever written so I hope I did it justice. On a side note one of my favorite authors, who wrote one of the first SVU fics I ever read, just favorited and followed this story and I am beyond happy and humbled! I never thought someone of her caliber would ever read let alone like something of mine!
…WARNING THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BOTH SVU AND OC…
Personally I just really don't like the way they're writing some of the characters. After seeing everything she's been through since Stabler left, I don't think Fin would be so buddy-buddy with him. And I don't like the way they keep inserting Olivia into his life, like she has to beg for his time and friendship. They had it right in the first ep when she said she can't do this. He should be the one making the effort. Not her. IMO. What do you guys think of the new show and season? Do you like Olivia taking initiative or do you think she has a reason to be mad/pissed?