It had been a week since Elliot came home from undercover. The week was filled with briefings, paperwork, and therapy, leaving little time for celebration. It was weighing on him and Ayanna could see it. She knew that he was probably in need of some quality time with his loved ones, so she gave him the opportunity.
"Stabler, why don't you take a few days?" She'd offered on her way out, dropping a hand to his shoulder.
He'd nodded and thanked her, getting back to his paperwork before heading out himself.
That night he called Kathleen, where he'd brought up the idea of a "family outing." They'd settled on tickets to Wicked and a reservation at Bobby Van's. When going over the details, she'd automatically included Liv and Noah. His heart melted. He knew the kids would never see her as a replacement for Kathy, but he was grateful that they still saw her as family. A piece in their puzzle.
When Saturday came, everything was perfect. Well, almost. Everyone was enjoying the day and getting along just fine, but he could tell that something was off with Olivia. She'd barely touched or even spoken to him the whole afternoon. At the show, she had Eli and Noah sit between them. And when they arrived at the restaurant, she made sure to sit clear across the table. He didn't know what the issue was, but hoped for a moment to check in.
When she suggested that everyone come back to her place, he felt a bit of relief. He knew that if she were distancing herself, she wouldn't have invited them into her safe space. He said a silent prayer that he got the chance to get her away from the group at some point.
When they get back to her place, the two youngest hop on a videogame with the others sitting around the living room. There's small talk and a constant chatter surrounding them.
"Guys, I have a question." Noah asks, his eyes still glued to the tv screen.
"What's up?" Maureen responds.
"Is Glinda a princess?"
"Oh no," Lizzie groans.
The kids are going back and forth about some video now, but Liv can't keep up. Her eyes won't stop drifting over to Elliot, sitting on her sofa like it's his throne. Arms splayed across the top with his legs spread wide. God, if everyone weren't here, she'd rip his shirt open, have his pants around his ankles, and ride him right there.
"What do you think, Liv?" Eli asks.
She's forced out of her dirty daydream. The game is paused and everyone's eyes are now on her, including Elliot's. "Oh, I- I think she's just a witch."
"Exactly!" Richard exclaims, oblivious to her plight.
She feels his eyes still on her and needs a moment to cool off, so she stands, slowly making her way around the couch. "I'm gonna have another glass of wine, does anyone else want?" She offers, looking to the adults. Everyone but Richard accepts. Before anyone can offer to help, Elliot beats them to it. They go back to their conversation and he follows her into the kitchen. Once alone, he breaks the silence.
"Everything alright?" He nearly mirrors her stance, keeping his back to the living room. His voice is low.
"Everything is fine. What do you mean?" She asks defensively.
"Well, you've been avoiding me all day. Every time I compliment you, you brush me off. And you won't even let me touch you." He leans in trying to find her eyes, but she turns to open a drawer on the other side of the room. "Did I do something?"
"El, no," she sighs, pulling the corkscrew out and returning.
"Then what is it?" He asks genuinely.
"I just-" She stops. "My mind's been in the gutter all day. I can't have you touching me because then I won't want you to stop. Your mother and the kids are all here and I don't think I can control myself, if I'm being honest." She begins twisting the opener into the cork. "So, if you just don't touch me, then nothing will happen. Everyone's saved from embarrassment."
He takes a step toward her, reaching a hand out. "Liv-"
She retreats. Her right hand falls from the neck of the bottle and slides behind her back.
"Can I at least hold your hand?"
She is silent, her eyes not reaching his. He offers her his hand again, letting it hang low and unintimidating.
"Fine."
Their fingers interlock effortlessly, then settle in the space between them.
"You know it's okay, right? They all know and they're good with it." He gently rubs the pad of his thumb across her knuckles. "They won't mind a little physical contact."
"El, you don't get it," she whispers, pulling her hand from his. "I haven't seen you in a suit in months and my body can't seem to handle it. All day I've been zoning out, thinking of you taking me in all kinds of positions. People have been speaking to me and I completely miss what they say because my mind is preoccupied. Then you go and make it worse at the dinner table, rolling your sleeves up like that. You know what that does to me. What's wrong with you?" She asks accusatorily.
She looks down at his large, veiny hands. He must've clasped them together during her little rant. What she would give to have him wrap those fingers around her throat, push her up against the wall, and bury the others knuckle deep inside of her.
"Liv."
"Hm? Yeah?"
"You zoned out there," he grins cockily.
She rolls her eyes and proceeds to pop the cork out of the bottle. "Did you come in here to help me or taunt me?"
"I came to make sure we were good." He opens the cabinet, pulling some glasses out. "You know we could probably get away with a quickie right now? Everyone's talking, they'll never notice."
"Yes, they will."
"So…" he shrugs, "we make up an excuse. Act like we're having a heated talk or something." He comes to stand beside her, leaning his hip against the counter. "Who'd think we're fucking if they think we're fighting?"
She feels his breath against her ear and it sends a shiver down her spine. She chewed her thumbnail and looked up at him with a contemplative expression. "I don't know. We can't just disappear, can we? And what if they hear us?"
"We'll just have to keep quiet."
"I'm not sure I can right now." She confessed.
He pauses, eyes glued to her glossy lips. His mind goes into overdrive searching for an excuse. He just had to have her. "Okay, plan B. I'll spill a little wine on my shirt, you come help me clean it, and we'll put it in the dryer. Covers all bases."
She thought for a moment then nodded, not caring about the waste of perfectly good wine. That gave them a reason to be gone and the dryer would take care of any obscene noises. "Okay, but we have to be fast."
She turns to leave and his eyes trail down her back. The dress was modest, but God her body wasn't easy to hide. She hadn't been the only one struggling with consuming thoughts all day.
"Don't forget the glasses, El." She smiled innocently over her shoulder, having just caught him checking her out.
"Yep."
A few minutes later they sat among the conversation again, pretending to pay attention. When no one was looking, he tipped his glass, spilling some of the wine down the front of his shirt.
"Damn it." He stood up and Olivia took his glass.
"Dad, are you alright?" Eli asked concerned.
"I'm good, Eli. Just a little spill."
"Come. I'll help you wash it and show you to the dryer." Liv said.
Just then, Noah cheers, taking the attention away from them again.
She brought El down the hall to the bathroom and showed him what to use on his shirt. When he was done, he was to meet her in the laundry room.
"Don't take too long." Then she was off.
When he walked in, she stood there with the dryer door open. He stepped in further, closing the door behind him. Olivia wasted no time pulling the garment off his shoulders.
She turned, making her way to the machine. "Take your dick out," she ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled, opening his pants. He watched her toss his shirt in and close the door, pressing start. Its loud hum was sure to drown them out if they kept it to a minimum.
"Come here," she beckoned.
He took the few steps forward, hands landing on her hips when he reached.
"Help me up."
He quickly picked her up and placed her on the edge of the dryer. His hands trail up the outside of her thighs, pulling the dress along with them. When his fingers meet her core, he's surprised to feel nothing but skin.
"Took 'em off when you were in the bathroom." She starts peppering his face with kisses.
"Christ." His fingers slip between her lips, bringing her arousal from her opening up to her clit. "You've been this wet all day?"
"Just for you," she purred as he circled her sensitive pearl.
He pulls away and she whimpers at the loss of contact, but can't hold back her moan when the head of his cock presses against it.
"Don't tease." Her arms find their place around his neck. "Hurry up and put it in."
He fists his cock, stroking and spreading his pre-cum. He swipes it up and down her sex, spreading her open for him. Then he's pushing into her.
"Oh God," she gasps.
His dick twitches when he's fully sheathed and her body immediately responds. He knows it's supposed to be a quickie, but she's warm and tight and he needs a moment. She's so turned on that she keeps clenching involuntarily and he fights not to finish before they even get started.
Before she can say anything, he begins an unfaltering rhythm. His grip is tight on her thighs, keeping her steady on the shaking appliance.
"This what you needed?" He growls. "Me to fuck you while everyone's right out there?"
"Mm-hm," she hums, looking him in the eyes.
"I bet you've been dripping all day long. Thinking about me deep inside you, making this tight pussy cum all over me."
He speeds up. Her lips fall open and she does her best to hold in the moan threatening to escape. Even though they had just gotten started, she could already feel her orgasm building. When he changes the angle, lifting her right leg higher, she lets out a throaty groan.
"Uh uh, you gotta be quiet." But he only slams into her harder.
Her nails skim across his back and a tiny whimper falls from her lips, compensating for the inability to scream like she really wants to. The pain only spurs him on. He makes matters worse when his tongue flattens against the column of her throat. It's one of her most sensitive spots and he knows this. She feels his teeth graze the skin and her eyes roll back. She whines when he pulls away.
The large appliance is starting to move in tandem with the force of his thrusts. He looks down to see only a few minutes left on the cycle and goes into beast mode. "Hold on."
Her arms tighten around his neck and he lifts her up, arms under her knees. He turns, pushing her up against the opposite wall. Her back hits it with a small thud.
He continues to obliterate her with deep strokes, hips never missing a beat. She pulls her lower lip between her teeth in an attempt to literally keep her mouth shut. Her brows are furrowed and she can barely keep her eyes open. She's so close, the change in her clenching pattern an easy tell.
He'd been focused on her to keep himself from cumming like a teenaged boy having sex for the first time. But she was about to blow and he wanted to be right there with her. He places a few sloppy kisses to her jaw, then nips the exact spot that always made her squeal. That is her undoing.
He drops one of her legs and his hand flies to her mouth, holding in her cries. She had lost complete control herself, but her body continued to own him. Her wet walls were gripping him tighter than the fingers around his neck. His movements stuttered. A couple more thrusts and he was careening over the edge with her.
They were a panting heap against the wall when the dryer stopped. His face was buried in the crevice of her neck and she gently stroked up and down his back, soothing the area she had scratched.
"We should get back." She spoke softly.
"Yeah," he slips out of her and pulls her dress down as he moves back.
She opens the dryer, taking his shirt out as he readjusts himself. She hands it to him, letting him put it on before she buttons it up. "I can't believe we just did that." She peeks up at him, kind of shy.
His hands cup her face, making her look at him. "You're perfect, you know that?"
"Words of a freshly fucked man," she jokes.
"Let's have dinner tomorrow." He doesn't give her joke much attention. "Just you and me."
"Okay."
He leans in and kisses her deeply, then pats her on the bottom. "Let's go before they come looking for us."