disclaimer: story was not my idea. I got it from bb_bensler on twitter and I loved the idea so much I had to write it. Thank you and enjoy.
"Hold still." She holds his head at an angle so she can get the hair across his jawline.
She's using the method he's preached to her a thousand times in ten minutes.
Shave along the grain.
She knocks his razor against the sink a few times after rinsing then starts again.
She's sitting on his countertop, her back facing the mirror and he's sitting on a chair between her legs with his face aligned with her stomach.
She's in her underwear and he is only in sweatpants.
Electricity runs through her body as the remembrance of last night floods her memory.
He's the first man to actually make love to her. At least he is to her, she doesn't care what her ex's think. She truly felt a connection with Elliot and it's a connection she has and will never feel with anyone else.
He looks up at her and is watching her intensely. He is focused on the concentration on her face. The way she's being so careful and gentle so she doesn't nick him with the razor.
"Stop staring."
He's trying not to smile so he doesn't mess with her movements.
"Why? I like looking at you especially like this."
His arms wrap around her waist and pulls her to the edge of the counter. His hands bring her legs to encircle his torso. He keeps his head away from her chest and stomach so he doesn't get shaving cream on her.
His eyes skim over the red and purple marks he has left on her chest last night and he can't help the smirk that spreads across his face.
"I can't work with you looking at me like that it's distracting and I'm sure you don't want me to cut you." She has a point. No matter how bad he wants her he can't have showing up to work with bloodstained squares all over his face.
"Fine." He huffs out as if he's disappointed.
"You're like a kid." She says with a light laugh. "Now will you please hold steady." She holds the side of his head in place.
He does his best in keeping still for her. All while she's working his eyes are roaming all over her body. Thinking of more things he can do to have her moaning his name and clinging to him once again. It's Saturday morning. Late Friday evening she sent Noah to spend the weekend with one of her detectives. Amanda? If he remembers correctly.
So he has all day to make every fantasy of theirs come true.
His hands snake to the waist band of her underwear and hooks his fingers under.
"Elliot.." She says as a warning to him.
"Seriously El, I'll end up cutting you."
"I can't help myself and you're moving so slow." He groans out and it runs straight through her body.
"I'm being careful." She says in a more serious tone.
"I'm almost done just five more minutes I promise." Her voice lightens up and she kisses the tip of his nose.
She starts the right side and it's hopeless trying to get him to keep still. His hands are smoothing over her thighs and comes to grip at her hips. She's doing her best at ignoring him but his hands on her body is a huge distraction.
She doesn't let up. She doesn't need to be thrown up against his bathroom wall. Him on her with a half shaven face.
She lightly drags the razor along his skin until it is completely smooth.
She turns her body and rinses the razor and hands in the sink before turns again to face him.
Firstly she wipes with a damn towel to get rid of the loose hairs and excess shaving cream.
"Towel." She says to him and he hands her the towel that has been resting across his left leg.
She drys his face along with his neck from water that dripped down.
She places the towel back over his thigh then reaches for the aftershave behind her in his medicine cabinet.
He didn't tell her that's where is was or that he even had any. With the relationship they have, much doesn't need to be said.
"Ready?" She asks him and he nods his head after a quick yep.
She applied the liquid to his face and watches how he squeezes his eyes shut from the sting.
Grabbing the towel away from him she drys her hands and try's her best to hold back her laugh.
"Not so tough are you." She said with a simper.
"Ha ha very funny. You try it sometime."
"Please it's like pouring hydrogen peroxide on a cut, ohh wait you can't handle that either."
"Wow, Benson has jokes." He said sarcastically.
He looks past her shoulder and into the mirror to admire her work. He turns his head from left to right and he thinks she has done a great job.
"You did good, baby. Thank you." He places a kiss on her lips.
"I'm actually going to miss it now." She says smoothing her hands over his bare face.
"Really?" He says in a low seductive tone.
His arms grab the underside of her thighs and pulls her firmly against him.
"Mhmm, especially since I only got to feel it against my thighs once."
She laughs and the groan that falls from his lips.
"Well, let me show you it can still be just as good."
His lips kiss down her stomach until they're nuzzled between her thighs.