Forgot all about this story but the stoner holiday today reminded me that I had this all pretty much done and saved a while ago. Sorry for abandoning this and everything else before Stabler's actual return. In this story none of that stuff happened. Just stoner fluff! :) On to the next one shot or random idea that comes to me.
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"Wanna get something to eat?" He calls out from the hallway making his way back from the bathroom. He's already pulling on a sweater from his closet door knob it was hanging from as he walks back to the living room area.
"Sure, as long as you're not cooking and I'm not buying," she stands up and walks towards her jacket on the back of the stool near his island. He's got a leather jacket over top of his hoodie now and is grabbing his shoes, he is still really starring at her and the more he does it the less weird it feels to her.
"Deal," He says to her as he moves past her and has his hand sliding across her lower back just barely touching the hem of her jeans. Its been a week since he kissed her and she isn't sure if she is expecting it to happen again or what to expect if it doesn't but she swallows that thought before if goes any further as she watches as he puts visine in his eyes from the small container on his table and takes his mask out of his pocket. He passes her the small bottle and laughs.
She stares at him with her head turned sideways, eyes wide.
"Trust me you need it or a pair of glasses," he teases her as he walks past her and lightly puts his hand on her back as he walks past to scoop his keys off the island to lock up.
She takes it from him and feels his rough fingertips rub up against hers. She isn't sure if its in her head or not but she feels him rub his fingers against her after she has the small bottle in her hand, they linger and he lets her make the first move to break the contact. This really, really feels new to her.
She walks over to his kitchen and looks in the stainless steel microwave as she puts it in her eyes not really believing this is her life right now. Covering up her red eyes after getting stoned with her old partner who is very much so checking her out as she is turned to the side to get a look in the microwave reflection she sees his reflection.
Looking at her and taking her in so blatantly she swears he must want her to call him out. His eyes have dropped and is really checking her out. It makes her feel really amazing and confident but also very shy and out of place too.
She turns fast and leaves the bottle on the counter before grabbing her coat and following him out the door into the cold lobby of his building.
The hustle and speed of the city seems to be slowed down and muted as she takes his lead following him around the block. He reaches his hand out and pulls her towards him from the inside of her elbow. There are a swarm of people on the same side of the sidewalk to he pulls her to walk in front of him. His hand now on her hip as he navigates her towards the opening in the road where construction is going on, leading out on to the side street.
He cuts behind an alley and looks over and her and barks out a laugh. She wants to feel paranoid, and feels an anxious energy running through her but she is so not in her own right mind right now, she is happy and dumbfounded that after all this time, after all they survived separately and together that this is how they found each other. This is what happens next and its ironic and hilarious and she wouldn't change a thing. They have never ever had a day like this together or ever she is pretty sure. With her son safe and sound occupied with Lucy for an evening of movies and Chinese food she lets herself just be.
The weed has taken off any edge she may have had before going over. She was nervous to be alone with him, she was unsure of how their dynamic would be after all these years, after all the subtle flirting these past few weeks, the looks and the text messages that this is how they find themselves on a random Thursday evening.
She walks alongside him as he takes her into a small hole in the wall pizzeria which looks like consists of nothing more than a counter.
He pulls his mask up before going in but not before smiling at her and pulling her closer to him so he can get his mouth close to ear, his breathing causing her hair to blow up against the most sensitive part of her neck.
"I told you I had a couple cravings…this is one of them," he said with a grin.
She could poke at the others, joke with him and all of that but she knows where he is going with this.
He is flirting with her.
She likes having this drawn out but done so much more deliberately than the dance they did in their past life.
She would find herself questioning him, his actions when he did balance that line real close in the earlier years they shared.
Did she imagine him talking really close to her ear, with he hand on her back a little longer than it normally would have been, was he distracted and zoning out or was he starring at her, like really really soaking her in.
There was no disputing this and his actions now that he's back. He's making it obvious but letting her lead the way and she appreciates it regardless if she ever actually admits it.
Its a standard dollar slice pizza store with the thinest, greasiest and cheesiest pizza imaginable. He orders for the both of them getting two different slices and shaking pepper on each before carrying the bags.
"How do you miss pizza from the city when you were in Italy? Didn't they invent pizza?" She says from behind her own mask. "Its not the same, Benson…" he smiles at her and she can tell that much from the wrinkles around his eyes.
"What else did you miss besides the pizza?" She jokes, as he leads the way back to his apartment. " You," he says seriously and looks right into her eyes without further adding to his statement. She doesn't know what to say or where to look - this is really all out in the open now.
He stops and puts down the slices on top of a ledge beside them before digging in his jacket pocket pulling out his tin from the table and a lighter.
She raises her eyebrow at him and squints at him, nervously looking around to see if anyone is near them or can see them but there isn't anyone in sight, not anyone close that is.
He re-lights the joint they started at his house and she feels so nervous they could get caught but not enough to put an end to this. The playfulness, the relaxed nature and ease they have fallen into in a way they have never been able to do with each other before.
He takes several long hauls, blowing the smoke away from her and up into the air before turning back towards her and handing her the joint. She takes it slowly in a few small puffs, swallowing the smoke softly. She looks at him and laughs and hands it back to him to finish.
They don't say anything to each other on the way back to his place but his hand settles on her back and navigates her body through the streets and away from any people. His hand stays there until they have entered the threshold of his building two blocks down.
It makes her feel lightheaded. Neither one of them has anywhere to be, the rest of the world seems to be on pause in this moment. It fills her with emotions she has a hard time placing. She is definitely feeling the effects of the quick smoke before they got back to his place, her head feels so light, her limbs are so relaxed.
"I've been dreaming of this," he says quietly to her as they shed their jackets and sit at his island side by side. She doesn't say anything, she feels so deeply in this moment for him, for them and for all they lost and all they might gain.
There is still so much unsaid. So much she could ask him, that he could tell her but they fall into this comfortable rhythm that feels so right.
She takes what he is disclosing and is glad he isn't pressing her back, they are going with the flow for the first time ever. He gets up to grab two water bottles out of the fridge but stops at the small old brown radio beside his sink and turns it on.
He looks up at her and smiles, she goes to say something and stops herself. He sits close to her, still on his stool but his knees touching the side of her thighs. He can tell she is really watching what she says and does right now, that there are still guards up and he doesn't blame her for it.
He looks at her with so much more in his eyes or maybe now she is finally noticing because neither one has to look away.
She is anticipating what he will say but doesn't really anticipate him moving closer to her with his hands on the outside of her thighs now, he's moving his face closer and softly kisses the side of her mouth so delicately.
She closes her eyes and sighs.
Not wanting to open her eyes yet. It isn't until he begins talking that she says anything.
Her hands and legs are fucking shaking.
He's barely even kissed her. Elliot wants to take his time with this kiss, no more urgency like the kiss ignited inside him when he pulled her up against him in the street.
"This was such a long time coming…" he mumbles against her lips as his forehead rests against hers.
He doesn't want to press it or pounce on her even though all he can do to stop his mind from racing is to be in the present. To focus on her and let her lead this not knowing how badly she craves to be completely dominated by him. Absolutely protected and guarded by him, controlled by him, molded by him and guided to do whatever he wanted to do to her. He could take her however he wanted and she has never admitted that to a man or would even contemplate rendering her control like that ever. But this isn't just any man and this is a very, very different circumstance. She welcomes it all and it makes her ache so deeply.
Yes she normally made love with her eyes open normally but this - the kissing and complete vulnerability in this moment has her eyes totally closed and she can't even process how it would be like to finally have him inside of her body. She can't look at him yet. His hands hold the sides of her neck lightly wrapped with his thumbs meeting at the dip in her throat. She is numb and knows its not just because of the weed or whatever - but the pure adrenaline alone of being the sole object of his attention, his desire in this moment is so much to handle.
He is going to really, really kiss her, they are so close together she's breathing for him when she exhales softly against his mouth.
He moves back with one hand softly on her throat the other and the other sliding down past her t-shirt sleeve right down her bare arm she breaks out in chills. He wants to make sure its okay first. Her eyes look up granting him that access, that admittance to all that was never ever dared admitted for far too long.
It's her that moves forward first, maybe she senses his hesitation and knows he's waiting for her go ahead, she puts her hand on his denim glad knee and moves forward letting her lips touch his. It all moves so, so fast after this. His hands are busy, one in her hair lightly tugging at the curls gripped in his fist, the other gripping her the outside of her thigh pulling her hips towards him so that she lands square in between his legs in the open spot for her.
Jesus.
He stands up so that they are directly against each other with tongues touching, hands grabbing and moaning openly into the others mouth. His head is swimming, he can't get enough of her or her body. His hands cant touch fast enough but he has to slow it down. Its her after all, and after all this time it's a lot. She is so different now, her body is so luscious, so so curvy, soft and so round in some places where he cant wait to touch, to caress, to taste he thinks to himself as his hands run up her sides touching the outsides of her breasts.
He's got to slow this down but she is breathing so heavy as he kisses her neck moving her hair out of the way.
He can't stand anymore, he doesn't want to be hunched over and she reads that on his face and must feel it as well when she puts her hand on his chest to still him and then get up and lead the way to the mattress on the floor as she sheds her jacket, then his.
They kiss and touch slowly and it isn't until he goes to pull off his hoodie that his eyes catch a yawn slip from her mouth. Despite her hands that can't seem to grab or touch enough and haven't stopped, he knows she must be exhausted. Between work and home life he knows that sleeping is nowhere near her regular routine plus the weed had him feeling relaxed and slowed down almost an hour ago.
He turns her instead and goes up against her back curling his feet around hers. His hand lands on her belly before moving down to open her belt and pop the button on her jeans. He lowers the zipper and puts his hand there on her lower stomach and lets it sit in the spot between her sweater and her underwear where the skin is so smooth and gloriously soft he thinks to himself.
He kisses her neck and goes to move up her body, over the breasts he can't stop staring at and stops. He can hear her soft and slow breathing. She is asleep.
He turns the idle TV off and curls up against her even more before drifting off into sleep.
It's her that gets up first. Almost 10:00pm and she feels like she could have slept for hours more or that she could run a marathon with a wire taut energy running through her.
She notices Elliot's heavy arm around her and can feel his breath against her neck so she moves slowly out of his embrace, or attempts to.
"Why did you move, don't you know how good you feel?" He is half asleep and half hard. His voice is so so low and unrefined right now. "Feels so good to hold you like this, Liv" she know he is far from sleeping despite how groggy and deep his voice is vibrating against her neck. She is wide awake now, his arms around her almost crushing her by the weight and power of them, his head is nuzzled in he neck breathing into her hair. She feels safe. Guarded and also a bit overwhelmed. Also she is very, very turned on. Its the way he keeps nuzzling against her trying to get a better spot, or move closer she isn't sure but this time when he does it he makes sure his hard on is against her, noticeable and he waits to see what she does.
It isn't until he hears her sign and sees her hand move to go over top of his as it rests on her belly. Just above the waist band of her jeans as he spoons her. She would be lying to say this didn't feel so incredibly good but also so incredibly strange. It's all out there and its' all so inevitable but they are still learning each other in a way that spending over a decade with someone wouldn't have allowed because of how intimate this next chapter is for them both. For who they both are now and that's almost completely different, they are new.
It's unmistakable his attraction and desire for her now, she swallows hard and closes her eyes. Trying to focus on how this is all okay, they aren't hurting anyone or doing anything wrong. Not anymore.
She turns her head and he kisses her this time with tongue, with his teeth and his sigh gets lost in her throat. Long gone is the buzz and the nerves. All the questions and what ifs around them have faded just like the high. Now all that is around him is the urgency to please her, to finally touch her the way he's been yearning to.
One hand goes inside her panties without saying anything, he moans the minute he finds her wet. She can feel him grinning into her neck.
"Were you like this all night?" He is so raspy and rough breathing into her ear as she tries to hold it together. His words, his touch and his cock against her ass totally hard does it for her.
"My imagination helped me on the nights I missed you,I would think about your body, your mouth..but what I couldn't figure out or dream up.." Her eyes open wide now as he pulls her even closer so that his lips are directly against her ear.
His fingers slip out of her, she can feel how soaked she is - she is dripping. She wants to be embarrassed but she isn't focused on that now. The only thing she is fighting to do is breathe so she holds her breath and waits for him to continue.
"Your taste." He brings the fingers to his lips and sucks right beside her ear as he holds her before putting the fingers back inside her where she is so wet and warm.
She moans this time louder than she wanted to as she opens her mouth, shocked at how bold he is being, how he is talking and coaching her through this all. They are sober and ultra aware in these moments. Nothing is stopping them and there aren't any excuses as to why they shouldn't do the anymore. But she is so, so overwhelmed by pleasure, by the intimacy and especially his words. More so than his body or anything else.
He raises his thigh up and shoves up higher between hers and holds her so tight as she softly moans. His fingers moving back to her core and slowly moving in and out while his thumb stays on her most sensitive spot.
"I pictured you in so many different ways, over the years I thought about you so much and sometimes those thoughts…." He groans now as he kisses her neck roughly and sticks his fingers in higher, deeper and curls them lightly as if he is motioning for her to come closer, to go to him on his command.
"Those thoughts were about you, your body…what I wanted to do to you body…how badly I wished I could explore it and touch it just like I'm doing now…" She has her eyes shut and her teeth are biting hard into her lower lip as he slowly pumps his thick fingers in and out of her wet heat.
"But how sweet you taste…God that's what I would think of and wish I could do…you know that? Before I ever even thought about being inside you….I would think about this…just touching you, being close to you….making you feel good" he is moaning and rocking himself so slowly against her while his fingers perfect the rhythm he has created inside of her, she can't let him stop she is so so close. He just started and she is already having to talk herself down in her head from her climax that is so near.
"That's it, Liv…" He is so loving and gentle while he rams his fingers in and out of her body, creating a wave of pleasure washing over her.
"You feel so good, so soft…so wet for me…for me…thatta girl.." He moans into her ear as he grinds his erection against her jean clad ass. His hand rubbing her slowly but deep in taunting soft circles on her clit.
She tries to reach back and grab his erection free him from the sweat pants he's had on but he wouldn't let her, he has restrained her.
"Keep your hands there, I wont last a second with your hands on me," he laughs but keeps his fingers moving inside her.
She smiles into the pillow and lets him hold her, pleasure her.
She hands over the control and watches his hand as it works inside of her underwear. His mouth never leaving the crook of her neck. His cock urgent and hard and throbbing as it awaits her.
He removes his hand and turns her so that she is on her back before crawling over top of her body.
He puts his forehead to hers before pulling back to look in her eyes. She can tell he is searching for clarity, for the approval to take this further because its Elliot. Despite the distance and the trauma he is who she is when she first fell all those years ago. He feels the familiar feeling wash over him but goes away the minute she puts her hand between their two bodies to give him a squeeze.
"I'm ready…." She whispers feeling his resistance. She loves him for this, the way she knows its killing him to pace himself only because she feels the urgency mixed with the delicacy this all has to take.
"I'm ready for you," he whispers back squeezing her hand as he moves over top of her putting her hands above her head and flat onto the mattress.
"I mean it, whatever you need or want….not just in here but the streets, at work…at home…I'm here and ready for whatever life throws at us.." He is serious and stone faced as he holds the sides of her face.
She closes her eyes and smiles against his cheek as she kisses him softly towards his jaw line.
"For now let's worry about this shirt….I like this shirt…" he laughs out loud and plants a wet kiss on her neck. "And I want yours off," he replies back to her with a smile against her skin.
It just doesn't seem so complicated now.
THE END BYE!