A/N: Starting a new one-shot series for times I want to step out of my comfort zone and write something more steamy than my usual :). Hope you enjoy! Rated M for sexual content and language. EO of course! This is set around season 8 btw so Elliot is divorced and Olivia is single.
Olivia Benson had learned some things about winter since joining the 1-6 precinct.
One was that Munch's hot chocolate was not any better than his coffee. In fact, as she forced herself to gulp down a sip she concluded it was even worse. She couldn't help the grimace on her face.
"What do you put in this stuff John?"
"Probably his nose hairs." Fin jokes.
"Haha. You all just don't appreciate a fine tasting beverage."
"A beverage? Munch, I'd rather drink paint. Here you go, partner." Elliot comes in and hands Olivia a fresh cup of hot chocolate.
"Mmm. Thanks, El." He tries not to notice the way her lips pucker as she takes a sip, and the way her tongue glides over them afterward to savor the taste. If he notices, he will imagine the other places he'd like her lips to pucker and her tongue to glide over. That will result in some embarrassing and inappropriate-for-work behavior like moaning. He decides to look away and clear his throat instead.
"Hey! How come I don't get a cup?" Fin asked.
"You're not Liv," Elliot smirked and winked at Olivia, who raised an eyebrow at him.
"Ah, young love." Munch piped up. Olivia and Elliot rolled their eyes. They were very much used to their coworkers' teasing. It couldn't be denied that they'd gotten closer since she returned from Oregon, but they still had boundaries? Right?
They'd had an incredibly slow workday which mostly consisted of getting caught up on paperwork. There was a major storm coming in, so they were hoping to get home before it hit. Now that he was divorced Elliot was planning to go over to Olivia's for dinner. So the sooner they could leave the better. They'd spent all day together of course, but he hadn't been able to get enough of the badass brunette beauty that was his best friend. He'd missed her so damn much while she was in Oregon, and he was glad things had smoothed over between them. He didn't want to say or do anything that would cause her to leave again. He'd felt so lost without her.
"Whew! Finally!" Olivia put the last file on the stack and leaned back to stretch. This resulted in her arching her back slightly so he could see the fullness of her breasts through her shirt, and this time he couldn't stifle a groan as he shifted in his seat. What the heck was wrong with him? He'd worked with this woman for 8 years and yet he couldn't control himself? What was making him act like a teenager? The fact that they were both available for one thing. He didn't have much time to be lost in his thoughts because he realized his groan had been audible enough for his partner to lean forward in concern.
"El what's wrong? Are you ok?"
"Yeah, just a bit of a headache." Headache he figured was a good word to settle on because the thoughts that were in his head were making him ache in...certain places. Close enough right?
"Oh, here." She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small bottle of Tylenol. Crap. Is she gonna know he's faking it if he doesn't take the pills?
"Nah it's not that bad. Thanks."
"It was bad enough to make you groan. Take the damn pills Elliot." Ah, so she figured he was just being stubborn. What other holes is he gonna dig for himself today?
"I think I just need to stop looking at paperwork. I promise if it gets worse I'll take a pill."
She seems to accept this and he's thankful. He's also glad when he's finally done with his own paperwork so he can excuse himself to the shower for a few moments. His partner would be the death of him.
X
The snow had started coming down when they got to her apartment, and there were already news reports of accidents due to the slick road conditions. It was expected to get worse which unfortunately meant their evening together would have to be short if he wanted to get home tonight. Not that there was really anything to go home to. Just an empty house that was too quiet for his comfort. The warmth of life it used to have was gone. Now it was just cold, and not just because his heater had broken a week ago, but because it was lonely. Something he wasn't used to. This apartment though, the one he was currently in, had a welcoming feel to it. He guessed that had something to do with the woman who was currently stealing a fry from his plate.
"Hey."
"What? You weren't gonna eat them all." She shrugged and he chuckled.
"No...no I just...this is nice. Spending time with you it just...I missed it." She gives him a soft smile.
"I missed you too El." They looked at each other for a moment before their attention was drawn back to the news report on the television.
Massive pileup on the bridge heading into queens.
At least 14 cars were involved.
Traffic was backed up for what looked like miles.
"There's no way it's safe for you to drive home tonight El. Why don't you just crash on the couch?"
"You sure?" It wasn't like he was gonna fight her on that. What was he gonna say? Oh please Liv I'd feel way more comfortable in an empty freezer of a house than with you. He would have to be stupid.
"Of course I'm sure. There's no way I'm letting my best friend drive in this mess. Plus Cragen gave us tomorrow off anyway. Munch and Fin are on call. Besides, the company is nice." Yes, yes it was. That comment made him think though. He wasn't used to being lonely. He'd spent most of his adult life with Kathy and his kids. He'd only been a bachelor for a couple of years. Olivia on the other hand had been alone most of her life. He knew she was independent and did just fine on her own. Better than fine. Still, he wondered if after her day of work was done and she went back home to her quiet empty apartment did she feel what he'd been feeling? The deep-seated loneliness that no matter what his day was like never seemed to go away. The feeling of emptiness. The cold even when it wasn't the dead of winter. He remembered a conversation they'd had a couple of weeks ago.
I've been alone my whole life. I'm sorry I'm whining.
You're not. Family is everything.
It was and he had taken his for granted. With his attention still on the television, he draped his arm over the back of the couch casually. He wasn't sure if he was comforting himself or her. Not that she'd asked for it. He understood it though, the feeling of loneliness, especially this close to Christmas. He understood it and his heart ached for his strong-willed beauty of a partner. After a few minutes, she yawned and leaned into him. He wasn't sure if she even realized she did it so he didn't move a muscle. He was afraid if he did she'd break contact. She laid her head in the crook of his shoulder under his chin. When he looked down he got a whiff of her scent. She was intoxicating. He couldn't help it. He also couldn't help but place a feather-light kiss on top of her head and he cursed himself for it afterward. She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" Shit. How was he supposed to answer that?
"You smell good." Smooth Stabler. Smooth.
"Oh, thanks." Then she puts her head on his shoulder again and snuggles into him a little. "You don't smell bad either." He chuckles at that and decides to be bold, and wraps the arm on the back of the couch around her. It had been awhile since they'd gotten to just relax better and it felt nice. They were glad to be back on better terms than they were at this time last year. Their friendship had healed and even gotten stronger.
"You want a beer El?" And lose the feel of her in his arms just to get up and walk to the fridge? No. Then again, he might need a drink just to keep himself calm.
"Sure. Thanks." She nods.
"I think I could use one."
"You ok?"
"I'm fine. It's just been a long week."
"Tell me about it."
After handing him a beer and taking a drink of her own she rejoined him on the couch. He felt cold and knew it had nothing to do with the brutal wind outside and everything to do with the fact that she was further away from him than she had been before she'd gotten to get them drinks.
"Well since you're snowed in here do you want to watch a movie? Or play a game?"
"What do ya got?"
"Just a deck of cards."
"Strip poker?" She laughed at his request.
"You're such a man."
"Twenty questions?"
"That's not a card game."
"Truth or dare?"
"That's not a-oh what the hell. Fine."
"Ok, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"When we went to that coffee place after you came back, I asked if you liked working alone. You said you didn't. Did you mean you didn't like working alone or that you didn't work alone?"
"Both. Truth or dare?"
"Wait..what do you mean both?"
"I mean both and it's my turn." She smirked.
"Fine. Truth." She hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"Was Dani a good partner?"
"She uh...SVU wasn't for her."
"That wasn't my question."
"She wasn't bad." She just wasn't you. "Truth or dare?" He really wanted to get the topic off Dani Beck.
"Truth."
"What did you mean by both?"
"I didn't work alone technically because Dean was with me, but it was still lonely." without you. "Truth or dare?" He swallowed hard.
"Dare."
"I dare you to text Munch and tell him you just saw a UFO fly over." The conversation was getting too personal and she needed it to lighten up. He chuckled and did so before turning back to her.
"Truth or dare?" He turned off his phone when Munch started blowing it up with texts asking questions about the UFO.
"Truth."
"Craziest place you've ever done it?"
She laughed. "You swear not to tell anyone?"
"I'll take it to the grave."
"My mom's desk in her office senior year because she pissed me off." His eyes widened.
"Damn."
"My boyfriend at the time was one of her students and she kept trying to get us to break up, so we uh...yeah,"
"Did she ever find out?"
"I don't think she ever did. Luckily we cleaned everything before we could get caught."
"That's kinda hot." More than kinda. It was enough to make him put a pillow in his lap when it gave him an image in his mind of taking her into Cragen's office, and...well….She laughed again.
"Ok enough about me. Truth or dare?"
"Truth" She really wasn't interested in hearing about his and Kathy's sex life, but she did need to know one thing that had been bugging her since she got back from Oregon.
"Did you sleep with her? Beck I mean?"
"No. Never." He spoke sincerely. He still felt like he'd cheated on Olivia though. He couldn't explain it, so he felt compelled to confess. "But I kissed her." He saw a flash of hurt in her features. "It didn't mean anything! Honest, I just…"
"You don't owe me an explanation El. It's not like we're-"
"But I still feel like I cheated-" The words came out before he could stop them.
"Like you cheated? What are you-"
"I don't want you to think she was a replacement for you or that I...I was just lonely Olivia. I just needed...I don't know what I needed." You.
"I saw you two when I first came home. I wanted to see you but you weren't in the squad room, so I went to Cragen's office. I saw you and Dani at her desk and you looked...close. You looked like we did my first year and...it hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"I know that you've been alone the last couple years, but Elliot this loneliness you're talking about? That's been my whole life. You told me that I and the job were all you had left, but you don't realize that you're all I've ever had. So when I saw you with her I just...it made me feel like I had no one. It made me feel like I didn't really matter to you. I was just so easy to replace." She hadn't planned on confessing any of that, so she'd blame it on the beer.
"No no you're...god Liv I never wanted you to feel like that. I really am sorry." She didn't respond and was looking away from him. "Olivia Benson, you are impossible to replace. I sucked working without you. Ask Cragen."
"Then why-"
"I kissed her because I wasn't in my right mind and she was just...there. Believe me, she's not the one I wanted to be kissing." Apparently they were both confessing things tonight.
"You've been divorced for 2 years."
"I couldn't...I couldn't kiss you Liv."
"Gee thanks."
"No that's not what I...I wasn't risking anything with Dani. With you, I would've been afraid of screwing up our partnership, our friendship. With Dani, I could've cared less. With you, I thought if I did something stupid like kissing you I would lose you forever. I didn't want that." There were a few moments of silence and he wondered if he had screwed up. He wondered if he had misread and she had felt the way he had for her all these years.
"Do you-do you still think you'd lose me?" His eyes flickered to hers. Had she just suggested-
He didn't respond and simply swallowed. He decided to take a chance. "Would I?" Her next words made him stop breathing.
"What if I dare you?" Did she just dare him to kiss her?
"To-to what?"
"You kissed Dani after only knowing her for 2 weeks. You've known me for 8 years and haven't even hugged me." Man he felt like a douche. "Don't you wonder what it's like?" God yes.
"Wh-what what is like?" She bit her lip and scooted closer.
"Was it good?"
"I-" This woman wanted to kill him.
"When you kissed her?"
"No." It wasn't a lie.
"How was it?" There she was licking her bottom lip again. That tongue. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she was doing it on purpose.
"It sucked." He blew out a breath. "It was a stupid, drunk mistake and I'm an idiot. I'm sorry. You have no idea how much it sucked. She's a horrible kisser." She smirked at his rambling.
"Good. I don't have to worry about competition then." He stopped breathing again. What could that mean? He watched as she pulled the ponytail from her hair letting her silky waves fall to her shoulders. Before he could say anything her arms were around his neck and her lips were on his. They both moaned when their kiss deepened and their tongues made contact. His initial shock had faded and he kissed her back with as much passion as he could muster. It was a kiss of 'I'm sorry', a kiss of 'I missed you'. It was a kiss that he hoped showed her no one could replace her. After 8 years they were finally giving in to the tension they'd known was there but could never admit to. Neither one of them made much of an effort to pull away. Neither one of them gave a shit about the rules right now. All that mattered was each other. His tongue swept the roof of her mouth and stroked hers like a caress. She'd never been kissed like this before. She'd never been kissed in a way that made her feel cherished like this did. She sucked on his top lip and then his bottom as they began to break away for air. Their kiss ended with a few short pecks. They both stared at each other. Out of breath and lost for words.
"I-"
"That was-"
"You go first-"
"Olivia, I didn't kiss Dani like that." Why'd he feel like reassuring her? He didn't know because his mind was still thinking of how her lips felt on his, so he wasn't thinking straight enough to answer that question.
"Oh, good."
"Because when I kissed Dani I wasn't kissing someone I loved." Oh. Oh.
"El...I…"
"Shhh it's ok, you don't have to say it. I know."
She wasn't used to the words 'I love you' after a kiss. In fact, she'd never heard them or given them. They scared her. The fact that Elliot was saying it without expecting her to say it in return made her realize she did in fact love him. Very much.
"Elliot we can't...if Cragen found out…"
"He doesn't have to. We have the day off tomorrow. I'm not gonna pressure you Olivia I'm just saying...we don't have to be lonely tonight." He gave her a soft smile which she returned.
"Elliot no one has ever said those words to me and I don't say them very often either, so please don't say them unless you mean them. Please don't use those words just because you're lonely. I don't want to be your rebound. It would kill me." Please don't break my heart. You're the only one I trust with it. This time he was the one that closed the distance between them. This one was softer and slower than the first one. He placed small kisses across her lips when he pulled back as if sealing up a promise. He knew exactly which words she meant, and he didn't want her to doubt for a second.
"I mean them." There was nothing but sincerity in his tone.
"El-"
"Let me prove it to you? Let me prove to you how much I mean them?" He kissed her again sweetly.
Oh to hell with the consequences. This was their night. She answered his questions with another deep kiss and ran her hands down his chest. She attempted to untie his tie while keeping their lips connected. He chuckled into her mouth at her frustration when she couldn't get it over his head without breaking their kiss. She finally huffed in annoyance and broke the kiss to untie his tie.
"Getting frustrated?" She shuts him up with another kiss and runs her hands up his chest feeling his muscles through his shirt. For as long as they'd been partners she'd admired these muscles from afar. They were always something she loved to look at but couldn't touch. Tonight, even if it was only tonight, they were hers. His strength made him seem so sexy to her. She wondered if the strength and passion he brought on the job was the same in the bedroom. It was something she'd fantasized about since...well...year one. She smoothed her hands back up his chest and over his shoulders and rid him of his suit jacket. Before she could start unbuttoning his dress shirt, his hand slipped under her sweater and brushed underneath her breast through her undershirt. She broke the kiss with a gasp.
"You've got too many layers on Benson." Enjoying the effect his touch had on her, he cupped her breast more fully and ran his thumb over her nipple. She glared at him for teasing her and broke away to remove her sweater.
"Oh god." His lips moved to her neck and he nipped and sucked at it and then soothed her skin with his tongue. She still had the undershirt on, but the combination of Elliot's hand squeezing her breast and his mouth on her neck was causing a pool of wetness between her legs and she could feel herself teetering on the edge.
Asshole was gonna make her come before she even got to feel his touch on her bare skin. He was doing this on purpose, and she was definitely getting him back later.
He grinned when her breath was coming out in short pants and she was squirming under his touch.
"Come for me, Detective Benson." He whispered in her ear huskily before sucking the spot behind her ear which resulted in her moaning loudly. "You like that Livia?" Only Elliot could make her freaking name sound sexy. She slapped her hand on the sofa and his mouth covered her cry as her muscles spasmed underneath him.
"Holy shit! Yes! El. El." Jesus Benson you've never had an orgasm that fast before. What are you? 16? Her nipples were definitely hard now, and her undershirt felt hot and sticky on her skin. A stark contrast from the winter chill outside. He pulled back to let her breathe and in one swift motion she yanked off the undershirt. Her lust-filled eyes craving the feel of his hands back on her.
The sight of her breasts swelling underneath the lace that covered them made his blood rush south. He was painfully hard, but he needed to take a moment to just look at her.
She was so fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her.
He'd always thought she was, but seeing her like this?
Good lord, she was breathtaking and he was thanking whoever would listen that he was the man who got to see her in all of her glory tonight.
"You're so beautiful." He growled and the look in his eyes made her shiver with need. "Can I?"
"Please!" There was no marital contract binding him to someone else anymore. He was all hers tonight and damn it she was gonna enjoy every single moment. He grinned and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. But she gave him a devilish look and reached between them to cup him over his pants. He grunted as he tried to take his mind off what she was doing so he could unclasp her bra, but as he knew from working with her, the woman knew how to take control. This was her payback.
"Getting frustrated?" She mocked his earlier words as she stroked him and attached her lips to his neck. In one swift motion, he grabbed her hand and held her arms above her head. He finally got the clasp undone and used his teeth to pull the straps down her shoulders. "Jesus El." Two could play at this game. Once her bra was tossed to the side he looked down at her and groaned.
"Like I said...too many layers. This is better." She laughed.
"The layers were because it's -12 degrees outside Elliot." She shivered in pleasure with anticipation as he leaned forward and puckered his lips above a peaked nipple. He blew gently on the bud and saw goosebumps appear on her skin.
"You cold?" He smirked knowing what he was doing to her. "I'll keep you warm." Before she could register just what that meant his lips were wrapped around her nipple sucking and taking her ability to form a coherent thought. His teeth grazed her nipple lightly and his warm tongue-OH that's what he meant. He was definitely keeping her warm. Everywhere. Her panties were soaked and she could feel more wetness pooling as he moved to lavish her other breast with attention.
"Elliot." She breathed. Damn it she was not coming again while she was still half-clothed. The tables would have to turn. She pushed his shoulders forcing him to release his mouth from her. She gave him a seductive look and grabbed his arm moving so she was on top of him. She nipped at his neck before removing his shirt, gliding her hands down his chest and unbuttoning his slacks. Before he could say anything she pulled them down enough to slip her hand around him and cup him fully. He let out a sexy growl and bucked up into her hand. He tried grabbing her breast again but she had a tight grip on his wrists. She stroked him faster and can tell he's trying to stay in control.
"Liv." He grunts. "Baby, I don't want to make love to you on the sofa, but if you keep doing that I'm not gonna last in time for us to get to the bedroom."
Make love
Baby
Those words made her want him even more. She was craving him. Craving his touch. Craving his love.
She sucks on his ear lobe and whispers huskily into his ear. "You better get me into the bedroom then." He grips her thighs and locks them around his waist. Then he kisses her hard as he carries her into the bedroom. His tongue combed every inch of her mouth and she could feel him pressing thick and hard against her throbbing core. She needed these jeans off. She needed to feel more of him. Now. He managed to get her onto the bed without breaking the kiss, and his hands trailed down her soft skin until he reached the button of her jeans. His eyes connected with hers.
"Are you sure Liv?"
"God yes. Please, Elliot." The fact that he made sure she was ok before continuing made her fall for him even more. He was taking time to worship her in a way no other man had. He was more concerned with her needs than his own, and the love mixed with desire in his eyes both scared her and warmed her heart. He removed her jeans and growled at how soaked the red silk covering her most intimate area was. He grinned at her and yanked them down in one swift motion. She gasped at the sensation and felt cold for a moment at the loss of contact. That moment was short-lived when his hot mouth landed on her center.
Holy shit.
When his tongue slipped between her folds she was done. She felt the pressure building and wasn't even gonna try to stop it.
"El!" He moved his tongue in and out a few times. Each time swirling it around before going deeper. "Right there! Yes! Oh my god, I'm gonna-" His lips found her clit and bit down before sucking. He alternated between that and his tongue a few times. She tasted even better than he dreamed about. Every part of her was intoxicating. He sucked a little harder as he felt her walls clench around his tongue. He groaned against her lips.
"Come in my mouth Liv." His voice vibrated against her.
Jesus Christ.
Once she started she couldn't seem to stop. He kept his mouth latched onto her and chuckled against her hot center when her head fell back. For the second time that night, he'd given her the longest orgasm she'd ever had with a man. She figured that correlated with the fact that he was also the longest relationship she'd ever had with a man. When her body finally calmed down he gave her one last lick, suck and swallow before trailing kisses back up her body to meet her swollen lips. She moaned loudly when he kissed her deeply and their tongues met. His taste mixed with hers. It was so goddamn erotic and the foreplay was killing her. It had been 8 fucking years and yet he wasn't done.
The kiss grew hungrier as he slipped a finger between her folds. Thrusting and twisting and then adding a second finger. He spread her wider with his two fingers and then added a third finger as the heel of his hand rubbed against her nub. She bucked into his hand and felt herself yet again tumbling to the edge, but it wasn't happening this time. Hell no. He didn't get to have all the fun. As she reached for him though he grabbed onto her wrists like she had done to him earlier.
"Tonight's about you Liv. Let me take care of you baby. Let me love you." There was that word again that made her melt. Still, like she said, they'd waited 8 long years. She needed to get him inside her. She managed to get her wrists out of his grasp and lifted herself up so she could reach to push down his slacks and boxers the rest of the way. He took the hint and kicked them off. She grabbed the tip of his rock hard length and guided him to her entrance. Just having him against her like this was enough to nearly push her into overdrive. He stopped her then and chuckled when she whimpered in protest.
"Do we need-" She shook her head.
"I'm on the pill and I trust you with my life." She nipped at his earlobe before speaking in a voice that was dripping with desire. "I wanna feel you inside me."
He thought he was gonna lose it right then, and with those words, he slipped into her filling her completely in an instant. She scrunched her nose and gazed at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. He was bigger than she'd had in a while, and there was the familiar pinch and burn that came with being stretched like this but above all else, she felt so full like this. He hovered above her, surrounding her in this bed and she had never felt more safe.
And so she looked up at him, her fingertips dragging up and down his biceps as she whispered against his lips; "Elliot...please...do something"
"I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked in concern when he saw her tears.
"No, it's a good pain. Move. Please move." She moaned and he moved inside her achingly slow and gentle to give her time to adjust to his size. It touched her but she didn't need that. They had 8 years of tension to make up for. The soft lovemaking could wait. Tonight she needed more.
"Harder Detective Stabler. I can take it." Yep, she'd be the death of him. He pushed deeper to the point where it felt like he was pushing against her cervix. She bit down on his shoulder as he picked up the pace and began slamming into her.
"Shit Liv. You're so wet, baby. So tight. So good." She kissed him hard wanting his tongue back in her mouth as her nails raked down his chest. When he fell himself getting close he ripped his mouth from hers and began sucking on her neck. She was glad they didn't have work tomorrow because he was marking her as his and her only turtleneck was in the dirty laundry. She gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her and his thumb brushed against her clit as he rolled his hips into her. The sensation was enough to nearly give her the 3rd orgasm of the night, but he was coming with her this time. She wanted some fun too damnit. She flipped them over and rode him at the same pace as his thrusts had been, and scratched her nails down his chest as she trailed kisses from his jaw to his neck. She soothed the bite she'd left on his shoulder with her tongue and sucked his collar bone.
"Fu-Livia I'm gonna-"
"Come inside me El." He slammed up into her 3 more times before his seed spilled inside her with a grunt of her name. Her scream of his own name as the orgasm ripped through her seconds later was the sexiest sound he'd heard in his life and he wrapped his mouth around a nipple.
"Oh god." He smiled against her.
"Sensitive?" She shut him up with a deep kiss as he shot into her again. His ability to be both harsh and gentle, like he was on the job amazed her. His hands on her skin, rubbing her nipples, thumbing her clit, and squeezing her ass were soft. A contrast from his rough, punishing movements inside her. He flipped them back over and she gripped his back as he kissed her hungrily again. He gripped her thigh and lifted it to spread her a little more. Her muscles were contracting around him again, every vein was rubbing against her inner walls as he pushed against her cervix. Her nails dug into the skin of his back as pleasure consumed her. She sucked his lip into her mouth before being forced to pull away to let out a low moan. The winter wind howled outside, but they were too consumed with each other to feel the chill in the apartment. She started cumming again, just for him. Jesus what was that, the 4th time? The effect this man had on her. Damn. He thrust through her orgasm and could feel his own building again. He growled against her lips and thrust once more before stilling. He bust his seed inside her, coating her walls with his thick, white nectar, filling her to the hilt. He groaned once again as he completely emptied into her.
"I love you." He grunted between kisses. "So much." He slowed his kiss as he collapsed on top of her to calm them both down. "So much." He pulled back to look at her and wiped the sweaty strands of hair from her forehead. He grew concerned again when he saw tears in her eyes.
"I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No...no it's just...I love you too El." She spoke when she finally caught her breath and sniffled. She'd never felt so whole before, never felt so desired. He grinned and kissed her again. Slow and sweet. She rubbed his back soothingly and when they pulled apart he peppered her face with small pecks. They would have to think about work at some point, but right now there was just each other. He rolled onto his back with her on his chest and she snuggled into him; enjoying the feel of him still deep inside her. She usually didn't let men stay in bed with her after sex but Elliot was different. He knew her inside and out. She trusted him with her life. She wasn't one to cuddle afterward either but had quickly decided being in his arms felt like home. She couldn't think of anyone else she'd rather wake up to, and after all they'd been through over the years they deserved this. She shivered in pleasure at the thought of the delicious ache that would be between her legs in the morning.
"Still cold?" He asked wrapping his arms around her securely forming a cocoon for her. She smiled at him and gave him one last soft kiss.
"I've never felt warmer."
A/N: Done! Please let me know your thoughts. I've never written a scene like this before, so I wasn't sure about it. But thanks to Alicia (thecosmicwind), Tstabler, firetipmyballs, and Rozsa for the help and inspiration!