Part two aka smut and angst.
I have plans to continue this series but it takes me a lot of time as English isn't my first language. If you made it this far, thanks so much. More coming soon, hopefully!
The pounding of his feet on the stairs filled his ears. Unable to wait for the elevator, Elliot charged up four floors two steps at a time, with only her and a million different scenarios on his mind.
"Olivia!" He called out once he reached her floor. Out of breath, gun in hand, operating only on pure adrenaline and fear. "Liv!" His voice resonated in the narrow hallway. Slowing his stride, he approached her apartment with caution. The front door was partially open, he felt his blood run cold at the sight. Too late, he was too late.
"Oh no. No, no, no..." Elliot muttered to himself, like a mantra, sprinting toward it. The apartment was dark, silent. He looked around, bewildered, looking for signs of a struggle. There weren't any. "OLIVIA!" He shouted, walking past her kitchen and venturing further inside.
That's when he heard her.
"In here," a small voice called from the bedroom. She was sitting on her bed, head between her hands. Her loaded gun gripped in her dominant hand and it rested on her head. She looked defeated, exhausted.
There was no one inside her apartment. No one but them.
Taking small steps as to not startle her, he knelt in front of her and pried her gun from her fingers. "What the hell happened?" Keeping an eye on her but still scanning the room, unable to lower down his guard, Elliot kept his voice down as he spoke. Slowly he took her hands in his, uncovering her face.
The look in her eyes, as she opened them, was one of absolute loss. "I freaked out." She said, shrugging. "I saw that damn flower propped against the door and I just..." She sighed. "I feel so stupid right now. It wasn't Richard White. He probably sent the same delivery kid up here. So much for not letting it get to me."
"You can't be sure, Liv." She looked vulnerable as if all the fears she had promptly decided to push down had come up to the surface, proving her wrong. He couldn't help himself, he pushed on. "And you decided it was a good idea to go inside your apartment alone? Not wait for backup?" A small pause "Not wait for me?"
"Elliot..." She murmured.
"I should be watching your back." He rested his forehead against her, his fingers tangling in her hair. "You're not a superhero, Liv."
"Nothing happened." Her warm breath bathed his face as she spoke. It was an instant reassurance that she was there with him. Safe.
"Today. Nothing happened today. What about next time?" His lips brushed her, softly, reassuringly.
She didn't answer. Neither his question nor his kiss.
"I'll stay over." He decided then, as he stood up and watched as she wallowed in self-recrimination.
"Please don't." She finally spoke. "I need, I want to be alone right now."
"That's the last thing you need."
"Please. Go." She insisted, looking up at him with dark, determined eyes. Olivia needed him gone. She couldn't lean on him. Couldn't need him like that. Otherwise... Otherwise, she would break through the carefully erected barriers she had built amidst them, she would attach herself to him, and never, ever let go. It was a dangerous line she walked.
When he finally left, much against his will, she allowed herself to expel the breath she had been holding since she had discovered White's latest intimidation tactic. Sitting down on her couch, she tried to ground herself, to calm down. Never been put in such a position before, she was on the verge of cracking. Gradually, she got up, checked the locks in all her windows and her front door twice more. As if she had missed something the previous times. He wasn't going to break in, but the bastard had managed to crawl under her skin.
After a shower and a cup of warm tea, she fell into another night of restless sleep, still managing to almost jump out of her bed when her phone rang.
Olivia glanced at her clock and groaned, 2:15 a.m., she read before she reached for the receiver.
"Benson." She grumbled into the phone.
"Hi, Olivia." A creepy, cold voice greeted her from the other side. White. He wanted to see her, talk to her, he said. "Let's meet." He proposed. Olivia tried to steer him to go to the stationhouse, where she felt safe but he was having none of that. Instead, he proposed The Ramble. 7:00 a.m., on the bench that brought fond memories to him, as he put it. The bench where he had first attacked Karen Fitzgerald. "Don't be late. Olivia, I'm not a fool. If I see one cop, we'll never consummate our relationship." She had no intention to.
Seven a.m., less than 5 hours away. She had to call Cragen, get the situation under control, instead all she wanted to do was call Elliot, despite herself, she needed Elliot. Her thumb pressed number one on her speed dial before realizing she was doing so. It rang twice and she hung up. 'What are you doing?' She chastised herself. A second later, her phone rang, he was calling her back. Taking a deep breath, she answered despite herself.
"Liv, what happened?" Elliot sounded wide awake, had he been having trouble sleeping, just like her?
"Sorry, I misdialed." She lied. "I meant to call Cragen. See you tomorrow, El."
"Bullshit, Olivia. Cragen? What's wrong?" She heard rustling from the other side of the line, then a woman's voice. 'Surprise, surprise, it's your office wife.' The woman said in a sing-song voice. Kathy.
She felt slightly sick when she heard her, hesitating for a moment. Was he lying down, warm in bed with his wife and she had interrupted? It was evident they had been awake. "Richard White called, he wants to see me. I'm meeting him in the morning."
"I'll be right there," Elliot said, determined. She tried to stop him, but the line was already dead.
Wrapped in a light blanket, Olivia had been staring out the window in her living room. On the lookout for White. She had finally called Cragen who had told her to stay put, he'd reunite the squad, set up a plan, and was also getting a patrolman to stay with her until it was time to move. She was the bait, there wasn't much more she could do without endangering herself. She felt useless, trapped.
Olivia told him she had already called Elliot, explaining that a patrol car would bring too much attention and would probably spook their perp. That was her excuse. If Cragen had any qualms about it, he didn't mention them.
The knock on her door startled her, and she turned away from the window, failing to see anything. Failing to see the man sitting inside the dark car that was parked on the other side of the street. Although, he did see her. Watched her with a pair of big binoculars, he noted, also, her partner heading inside the building.
Olivia unlocked her door silently and let him inside, walking back towards the window.
"Have you spoken to Cragen?" He asked her when no words came from her.
"I did. He wanted to send a patrolman. I told him you were on your way already." She sat on the window stoop, her voice flat as she spoke. Her eyes found his. "You shouldn't have come."
"Not an option, Olivia." He stated, matter-of-factly.
"Sorry I woke you." Though she wasn't.
"I wasn't sleeping." He confessed.
"Was Kathy?" Elliot stared at her. "I heard her when you and I spoke. Are you still sleeping with her?" Words were pouring out of her and she didn't seem able to stop.
He ignored her question.
"You asked me once if I had ever wanted to protect someone I loved." She looked up at him again as he spoke, her mind going back to that conversation, months ago. "I do. That's why I'm here."
"Elliot..." She breathed out his name, like a plea.
"And to answer your question, no. I'm not. I can't and I haven't for a long time." He tried to judge her reaction, hoping she would see the truth in his words.
She stood up and walked to him, stopping when she reached his body. Close, but still far enough to touch.
"Tell me you need me." She whispered, her eyes never leaving his.
"I need you, Liv. I do." So much, he left out.
"Tell me you want me." She begged next.
"I want you. I always do. I can't think straight when you're near." He told her, taking a step closer.
"El..." She whimpered, his hand tugged on the blanket that surrounded her and she dropped it, revealing her thin tank top and dark pajama pants. His hands settled on her shoulders and traveled down across her skin with a feather-like touch.
"I want you all the time. Your skin, your body... You. I want you, Liv." His body screamed for her, wanting her more than ever.
They closed the distance at the same time, their mouths colliding in a fiery kiss. Hands clutched at clothes, moving them out of the way as limbs tangled and fondled.
"Take me to bed, El." She moaned when his mouth moved to suck on her neck, marking her, proclaiming her as his.
He grasped the back of her thighs and lifted her up, easily carrying her to her bedroom. He could hardly see where he was going, their mouths never stopping sucking, biting. When the back of his legs touched the end of her bed, he dropped down, earning a yelp from her as they both fell.
"Hi." She said with a smile, her face looming above his as they settled on her small twin mattress, her naked body straddling his.
"Hi." He smiled back. He wanted her to feel in control, wanted to make her feel safe enough that she could lose herself and experience nothing but pleasure, with him. She started rubbing herself on him, letting his erection slip between her wet folds, making them both groan.
"Come up here." He grunted, his hands gripping her hips, stilling her movements.
"El, I can't-" Olivia started, and gasped when he tugged her towards his face.
"I want to taste you," He rasped. "I want to make you come like this, I want to feel your juices running down my chin." Olivia hovered uncertainly over his face, gasping when his tongue parted her folds and began lapping at her clit. His hands grabbed handfuls on her ass and yanked her down firmly on his face.
"Jesus, fuck!" She shouted, probably scaring her next-door neighbor. She distantly hoped he was glad she was being properly fucked.
Her moans and whimpers escalated as he spread her open with one hand, exposing and sucking on her clit, while also licking her all over. His fingers left her labia and entered her from behind, all at once. He started fucking her hard with them and she felt herself getting wetter, practically dripping on his face, just like he wanted. He alternated between his fingers and his tongue, both delving inside her depths, both making her shiver.
"Fuck, you are good at this. So good." She sobbed, already feeling closer and closer to orgasm.
His slurping noises, as he swallowed her whole, were driving her wild. Olivia looked down at him, only his eyes and the top of his head were visible, she noted how his eyes were closed and he had a look of pure bliss on his face. The smug bastard was enjoying eating her out as much as she was enjoying it. She had wondered on several occasions what else that smart mouth of his was good for. She was not disappointed.
In no time, she finally took over and started grinding his face, undulating her hips. Quite literally riding his face. Her right held onto his head while the other played with her breasts, pinching and flicking her nipples.
"That's it, baby. Touch yourself, fuck my face." Elliot stopped for a moment to encourage her, praise her. He felt so damn pleased with himself and how wild he could make her. "You are gorgeous like this, Liv. I could stay down here forever." He twisted his head to the side and bit on her inner thigh, making her scream. She was warm, sweet, and soft over him, he had to let her know. "You taste good. So fucking good. Sweeter than I imagined. Should have done this sooner."
She nudged his head back in place, shoving her pussy onto his face again. She was too far gone, and moved frantically on top of him, never once stopping the motion of her hips. Release was the only thing in her mind. He slapped her ass lightly and she bucked, riding him faster.
"Oh! Oh! Oh- I'm- I'm gonna come!" She cried out, throwing her head back, her hands squeezing and massaging her breasts. One of his hands grilled her hip while the other supported her lower back, preventing her from falling backward. "I'm gonna come so hard. God, El..."
"Yes, baby. Let me feel you." She barely heard him say, his mouth full of her. She could feel the vibration of his voice all over her body. "Give it to me, c'mon."
Her thighs trembled and clamped around his head, almost crushing his scalp, and, for a second, she worried she was choking him. All of it was forgotten when she finally tipped over the edge, coming harder than she thought possible.
Elliot gathered her in his arms as she went limp above him. Turned them both around and hovered above her. He traced her body with his mouth, licking and kissing while she tried to catch her breath. He spent extra time on her breasts, sucking on one, then the other, and starting over. He was a breast man, she now knew. Never once had he missed that part of her anatomy, and it was a perfect situation because they were one of her most sensitive areas.
His body straddled hers and kissed her, letting her taste herself. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as her legs did the same around his hips.
"That was... Jesus!" She sighed, tilting her neck to give more access to his wandering mouth.
"Elliot. My name is Elliot."
"Smugness isn't a good look, El. But, in this case, you have every right to be smug." She said, the aftershocks of her orgasm still were making her shiver.
The tip of his cock was teasing her entrance, and he moved up and down, coating it with her juices. He turned serious. "I want you, Liv."
"I want you too, El." She told him, placing a small kiss on his chin.
"No, you don't understand." He stared down at her, an urgent tinge in his voice. "I want you, constantly. I can't think of anything else. I lov-." Olivia shushed him, placing two fingers over his lips.
"Don't... Don't tell me." His brows furrowed as he listened to her. "Just show me... Make love to me, Elliot."
His lips claimed hers at the same time his lower body did the same. He swallowed her cry when he pushed inside her, pausing for a moment to make sure he wasn't hurting her.
"More." She whined and he thrust further inside, their hips coming in full contact. Her walls, still sensitive and trembling from her orgasm, contacted around him, gripping his cock and he cursed feeling how tight she was.
Elliot started moving languidly, lazily; truly enjoying the built-up of pleasure. His mouth was attached to hers, lips fused, teeth biting until neither could breathe. Her arms and legs tightened around him and he nuzzled his head on her neck, enjoying her little pants and moans near his ear.
"You're stretching me open. God, it never felt like this." She cried. It truly hadn't. It was the first time they were on a bed. The remaining barrier among them, the one she had tried to hold upright, had fallen, bringing them closer than ever.
"I'm all the way inside, baby. So deep, so good." He grunted between thrusts. "All for you. Just for you." Elliot removed her arms from his neck and pinned them above her head. Resting his weight on his elbows, he linked her hands with his, interlocking their fingers, and drove faster inside her, the pace passionate, hard although not as frenzied as their previous times. He was truly making love to her, claiming her, not just fucking her.
"Are you close?" He asked, brushing her lips with his.
"Yeah." She hissed. "More. I need more. Make me come, El." That damn mouth of hers, it was his perdition. They were like this when they came together. Inhibited, unrestrained, saying exactly what they wanted and craved. All that they couldn't say outside their little bubble.
He started pounding into her. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together, again and again, filled her room. "Just like that. Don't stop, El. Fuck me just like that."
"That's my girl!" He groaned, thrusting faster still. "So fucking beautiful." She raised her legs, locking her heels over his back, changing the angle, and making him hit just the right spot. "Look at me, Liv." Her big, beautiful brown eyes opened lazily and stared up at him. He couldn't help it. It poured out of him. "I love you, Olivia. So much."
She was done for, his words the final push, she went over the edge and fell in pure ecstasy. He followed her right after, his hands gripping hers, his mouth biting down on her shoulder, and his seed deep inside her, claiming her both inside and out.
Elliot turned on his back, completely spent, and pulled her to him. She settled her head on his shoulder and draped a leg over his hip. Just as she had said, they had never had this, had never basked in the afterglow. Olivia had always avoided it, leaving him no other choice than to leave. It was a new sensation, one both of them could quickly become accustomed to.
Even as sated as she was, his words still played resonated in her, and she wished he hadn't told her he loved her. It was too much, too soon. Had he even meant it? Or had it been an excited utterance while he sought release between her legs? Even if she had meant it, she still couldn't say it back, not yet. Where did it leave them?
Her phone rang and she sat down on the bed, her feet dangling from the side, using the opportunity to put some distance between them. As she listened to Captain Cragen on the other side of the phone relegating the latest instructions, she felt Elliot moving behind her, surrounding her with both his arms and legs while his lips kissed the back of her head.
She tried hard to pay attention to her Captain. She was to leave her apartment, alone, half an hour before the stipulated time, take a cab to the park, and head towards the rendezvous. She had to take her service weapon and her smaller ankle-carry one. They didn't want to spook White, but plain-clothes policemen would still follow her, just in case he decided to change his plans. The whole squad would be in position, ready to arrest him as soon as he made an appearance.
After ending the call, she relegated the plan to Elliot, explaining to him his role in it, how he'd have to leave through the back door of the building, after Olivia, in case White was closer than they thought and was watching them.
"I don't like it. You being the bait, you'll be too exposed. The park is too big a place..."
"Stop." She interrupted him. "I'll be okay. I have to do this. It might be our only chance to get him."
"Wish there was another way." He said, closing his eyes, resigned. "We should get ready."
Olivia slowly left his embrace, got up, and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower." She announced, Elliot didn't comment on it. "You coming?" She asked after a second, looking at him over her shoulder. They made love again in the shower, it was fast, hard, and frantic up against the wall. A sort of farewell before they ventured inside the lion's den.
The arrest had been a success, but White had come too close. Too damn close to Olivia. Elliot had seen the sharp edge of the knife graze her neck. Now he watched through gritted teeth Olivia's second interrogation of their subject.
She taunted him, trying to make him cop to using the gun on Fitzgerald.
"You look nice." Elliot watched as Richard White's eyes roamed over Olivia's body, focusing on her breasts, her ass, her mouth. He gritted his teeth a little harder.
"Thank you," Olivia replied, being overly nice. "So, you wanted to talk..." She tried to use it to her advantage, though it wasn't quite working.
"Yes." White started. "I was wondering though, how's your partner? I have watched you two. You two seem... awfully close."
Olivia was taken aback by his comment but recovered fast. "He's my partner, we are supposed to be close."
"Do you relax? Seeing what you see every day, knowing how the world is, how bizarre and ugly it is?"
"Yeah, I relax."
"Bath? Chanting? Yoga?" He inquired. "Sex?"
Olivia held his stare, giving nothing away.
"Do you relax... With him?" He taunted. "I have seen him going to your apartment, late at night."
"We are not talking about me."
"But we are, you see... I'm fixed on you." He said, menacingly. "And until I'm dead, I'll always be in your head." He smiled, letting that thought sink in. "I'm through now." Elliot was gonna kill the motherfucker and as if sensing his anger, White stared at the two-way mirror and addressed him.
"One more thing though... Detective Stabler, how are Kathy and the kids?"
Olivia stormed out of interrogation and headed for the roof, boiling with rage. Elliot followed her a moment later.
"What are you doing here?" She snapped at him when she saw him come through the door. "You heard White, go check on your kids, your wife. That motherfucker is dangerous, even in jail"
Elliot kept calm, he knew how frustrated she was. "I just spoke with Maureen. They're fine."
"I'm glad." She said with no resentment. "How's Kathy? She's probably worried about her husband."
"She's fine." He murmured, slightly amused at her jealousy.
"I'm glad you find this amusing, Elliot." She was fuming and started pacing, looking down at the ground with hands on her hips, unable to stop and face him. "It's so fucking... complicated."
"No, it's not. Olivia..." He sighed. Here we go, he thought. "I'm leaving Kathy." She finally stopped. She dropped her arms and stared at him, furrowing her brow.
"I'm moving out this weekend."
"But I heard... Last night, I heard..." Was she hearing right?
"Last night you heard us talking. Maureen snuck out again."
"I heard her... her remarks," Olivia said quietly.
"Yeah, I think she has an idea about what's going on."
"Shit!" This wasn't happening, Olivia thought. She had destroyed a marriage, a family. She was gonna be sick.
"Olivia, stop." He continued sensing her distress.
"You can still make things work." It pained her to say that, nearly destroyed her. She loved him. Yes, she was admitting it to herself, at least. She loved him so much, but she was having a full-blown panic attack. She had never thought..."
"You aren't responsible." He interrupted her mental rambling. "Things haven't been okay for a long time. Probably even before the twins came." Elliot confessed. "I'm not proud of how I handled things, but I won't mess it up with you. I already signed a lease."
"We can't..." She whispered. Her heart was beating wildly inside her chest, she felt as if she was rooted to the ground. She couldn't move. "You really don't feel any guilt?"
"I'm here because I want to be. And yes, we can, and we will..." He walked towards her. "I want to be with you. I want you close to me. I want you in my life, in my bed. I love you, Olivia."
His arms grasped her hips reassuringly, his body coming in contact with her. He had to know though. "What do you want?" He asked her.
That was the question, wasn't it? What did she want?
Her answer came quickly.
"I want you, Elliot."
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