A/N: Will I continue?
Probably.
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"Now that," he said, laying beside her, and pressing a soft kiss to her temple, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, "I can do."
They'd had sex.
After their Christmas family get together, El brought them home, carried Noah to bed, and then joined Liv in her's.
It was 23 years of passion and tension.
It was rough and animalistic and pure.
From behind her, he'd brought her to a (muffled) screaming orgasm and then exploded deep within her.
She hadn't let him take her shirt off.
But it was still beyond words- more than good.
More than what they needed.
But work and the holidays kept them apart physically until tonight.
Until she stood in her bathroom, ready to take a shower after the worst Christmas in recent memory and studied her reflection.
It was tired and sad.
It needed a bath and strong arms wrapped around her.
Lips on her's and cock buried deep inside her to help her forget that she'd taken a man's life the day after what should have been a happy holiday.
It needed to be vulnerable. To climb over the hill that was holding her back from her second favorite person alive.
So she texted him. Three words.
Raw and vulnerable.
L: I need you.
E: Coming.
And as they laid together, kissing softly and holding on another, she climbed.
Pulling back slightly, she met his eyes with her own.
"Will you take a bath with me?"
A bath.
Intimate.
She smiled as the smile spread across his face.
The underlying implication wasn't lost on him.
"Yes," he said simply.
They stood, making their way to her bathroom, and he leaned against the counter and watched her draw the bath.
"Talk to me?" Came his gentle voice as she focused on pouring in lavender scented bubble bath.
He watched her falter; hesitate before turning slowly in protest. But he met that protest with a shake of his head.
"Talk to me like I should have talked to you after Jenna."
Tears spilled from her eyes again and she collapsed against his chest.
He let her cry.
Didn't push or prod. Didn't try and fix.
Just cry into his arms.
And when she'd calmed down, she pulled back slightly to look up at him.
"I have scars," she whispered.
"We all do," he replied and she shook her head.
"No… I… I have scars, El I was…" she trailed off when his grip tightened and he nodded.
"I know. Fin told me when I got back and… I read the file. I tried to look at the hospital photos but… I was so sick after reading what he did to you. Sick for you and disgusted at myself. That I didn't save you. That I didn't know."
"On El," she breathed out, leaning her head against his chest. "Elliot I…"
"And… I wanted you to show me. On your time."
"Thank you," she gasped into his chest as he hugged her impossibly closer.
After a few moments, they pulled apart and she turned off the nearly filled tub.
"I think I'm… I think I'm ready to be vulnerable, El…"
She was quiet and kept her back to him.
And if he'd breathed he'd have missed it.
But he didn't, and the statement sent shockwaves through his body and blood to his cock.
Stepping up slowly behind her, she felt his hands gingerly fall to her hips and his lips to the dip where her shoulder met her neck.
"I've got a few new ones too," he whispered into her ear. "We'll go through them together."
"You first," she said, only half teasing and turning to face him.
He nodded for her to lift his shirt, and with a deep breath she pulled it off to expose his torso.
Marked and muscular, with a salt and pepper happy trail leading to his pants in a deep v, she intently ran her hands up and down his abs, stopping at a newer mark below his left peck.
"Stabbed," he whispered and let out a chuckle when she moved to the one on his shoulder. "You remember that one."
"I do… I thought I was gonna lose your dumbass," she half laughed, pressing a soft kiss to it.
She diligently inspected his bulging arms and he laughed again when she got to one on his forearm. "Paintball with the boys. Went to turn a corner and stabbed myself on a barrier."
Her laugh was genuine and warm and made him smile. "Noah always wants to do paintball," she whispered, running her hands back up his arm, across his chest to a slice that spread from his collarbone to his shoulder.
"Maybe you'll let him come with us one day… when he's older," he corrected with a smile when her eyes drifted up to his. "Knife fight with an Italian mobster outside of Vatican City."
"Really?" She asked looking up at him and laughed softly when she saw his shit eating grin. "No… petty criminal I stopped off duty. Bastard had a big knife."
"Hmm I like the first story better," she whispered as she pressed soft kisses in a line down the length of the scar.
He shivered when she trailed her hands down his other arm and rested on his long scared and beat up knuckles.
"Being an idiot," she said and he nodded. "Being an angry idiot," he laughed softly and smiled when she kissed them.
Releasing his hand, her's moved to his belt and slowly unbuckled it, taking fist fulls of both his jeans and underwear, and sinking to her knees to pull them down completely.
He sprung free, and as he bobbed and twitched and dripped in front of her, her eyes landed on a bullet hole scar on his inner thigh.
"Going for my balls," he said and she breathed out a chuckle, pressing a kiss there and smiling against the fine hairs on his leg when he moaned.
"You talk too much shit on the job," she whispered, kissing a line to the base of his cock.
"Yeah," he said breathlessly as her tongue flattened to trail along the strong vein on the underside of his solid member.
Stopping at his tip, she looked up at him and kissed it softly.
"You can try and distract me but it won't work," he whispered as new drops of precum dripped from his throbbing member.
She giggled softly and stood slowly, pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss.
Pausing slightly in the movements when he began to unbutton her shirt, he broke apart enough to whisper "it's just me," before continuing and shrugging her pajama top the floor.
She was braless, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been staring at her erect nipples all night.
Her eyes were closed, he noticed, when he stepped back to admire her.
His breath audibly caught in his throat as he took her in, and he frowned when he saw her wince.
"You're fucking so sexy," he growled, stepping to her again and holding her now bare waist. Her pebbled and sensitive nipples pressed against the hard planes of his chest, and she moaned softly, leaning into him.
He kissed down the side of her face and neck, stopping at her familiar scar. "You remember that one," she mimicked and he smiled, nodding. "It was the day I realized I'd give it all up for one more moment with you."
She smiled small, blinking away tears and kissing him again.
When he stepped back again, his eyes fell to the faded circular burns that peppered her chest.
Her eyes closed again when he trailed them softly with his fingers and began to kiss each individual one.
"Cigarettes," she whispered, "he didn't even smoke. Just was evil."
"They're beautiful," he reassured, "they compliment your freckles, and I love them."
Her hands wrapped around the back of his head as he slowly sunk down on his knees, kissing a jagged and key shaped scar below her breast.
"My house key," she said, a little louder, with more confidence, and gasped when his tongue traced the edges and slopes.
He trailed down to the middle of her belly, kissing another version of the same jagged scar, and the another, both the same care and attention he had the first while her hands rubbed the back of his head softly.
Moving next to the long, thin outlines that littered her belly and extended below her waist band, she felt his rough knuckles begin to unbutton her pants.
"Coat hanger," she said simply, "this one really hurt."
He took note of the long scar that dipped under her waist band and continued as he pulled her pants down slowly.
His eyes and fingers traced the burn like that extended almost to her clitoris. Her hair was kept short in effort to hide the strip that no longer grew.
She gasped when the soft flesh of his tongue trailed the scar down to where it ended, just above the hood of her pussy.
Moaning lightly against her hot flesh, he dragged his tongue away from where he really wanted to be, to the top of her scar.
He pressed soft and slow kisses downward, moving his hands to her ass to steady her.
"You're perfect Olivia. Every inch of you," he whispered through his kisses, eventually hitting the sensitive and silky skin of her clit and making her moan softly.
"I love you," she breathed out, desperate for more of his mouth on her.
In her.
She felt him smile, and he broke contact to stand and kiss her passionately, coaxing her to step out of her pants. "I love you," her replied with a goofy smile, "my friend Olivia."
Rolling her eyes, she giggled softly. "I think that ship has sailed," she teased and he smiled. "Good."
"You don't find me too hideous?" She asked softly and he shook his head. "I find you even more sexy and attractive and perfect. Cause you're strong and resilient and inspiring. I'm madly in love with you and in awe of you."
She blinked away a few tears and kissed his chest. "Let's get in the bath…"
He climbed in to the still steaming water and sunk down with a happy sigh. Slouching back and spreading his legs, he watched with happy anticipation as she climbed between his legs and rested back against him.
His arms encircled her waist, and he kissed her neck softly. "Thank you… for being vulnerable and open with me."
"Thank you for allowing me to… I'm so happy you're home, El," she whispered, laying against him.
"You're are my home," he smiled against her cheek.
"Cheesy," she chided with a giggle.
"Yeah that was," he smiled.
They sat until the water cooled, enjoying each other and the familiar silence their partnership came with.
Eventually, his hands dipped down her belly to his clit, circling it lightly before slipping further through her wet folds.
"Hmmm," she moaned softly, rolling her head to kiss his neck.
She gasped when a think finger entered her tight heat. The way her eyes rolled shut and her mouth dropped was erotic- almost as erotic as the way she instinctively clenched around him as he pumped slowly.
"Make me forget, El," she whispered and he nodded.
"Absolutely," he said with a nod, pushing a second finger in and making her whimper.
His movements were slow and teasing, and she rolled her head back and forth on his chest in ecstasy.
"El…" she whined, and he smiled, using the heel of his hand to apply gentle pressure to her clit that matched the rhythm of his movements.
"So wet for me Captain…. So wet."
"Mhm," she moaned before sitting up slowly and pulling his hand from her depths. "Need you," she mumbled, positioning herself to straddle his lap.
"Whatever you need… tonight is about yo-oh fuck Liv…" he moaned out when she sank down on him without notice.
Her jaw dropped and her brows furrowed as she rode him gently, but took him all the way.
"Take what you need," he growled softly, positioning his mouth over her sensitive and peaked nipple, sucking and nibbling and being sure leave a mark just to the side of it.
She lifted his head from the spot after a moment, chasing his lips with her own in a fiery kiss that tangled their tongues and made the speed of her riding increase.
Water splashed around them and they smiled into each other's mouths when he cocked his head towards the counter and she nodded, realizing that it would be better than making a mess that could wake up her son.
With a soft and adorable pout that he swore to see again, she climbed off of him and moved over to the counter, hoping up on leaned back arms and spreading her legs.
"You trust me?" He asked softly as he approached her and she nodded. "Implicitly," she purred in an tone that could have made him cum right there.
Effortlessly, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, nodding for her to wrap her legs around his waist. With his hands under her plump and perfect cheeks, and hers around his neck, he lifted and then slowly lowered her to sheath himself fully within her burning core.
He knew he hit deeper than either realized was possible by the way her head fell to his chest and a slight whimper escaped her mouth.
Pressing a soft kiss to her neck, he spun her so her back was against the wall and began to thrust.
"Look at me," he directed quietly, and she did, foreheads pressed together and the smell of wine filling his nostrils.
"You're incredible, Olivia Benson," he whispered, not willing to break eye contact. "Captain Olivia Benson," he corrected and she gasped as his pace increased and then smiled small.
"I'm so fucking proud of you. All you've accomplished. All you'll continue to accomplish. Fuck you're Wonder Woman and I'm so blessed that you're giving me a second chance I don't deserve."
His words brought tears to her eyes and she struggled to keep them open as the perfect storm of his cock and his pelvis nudging her clit brought her dangerously close to the edge.
"I love you," he grunted as he sped up and his emotions overtook him. "I've loved you for half my life and I swear to you, Liv, I'll do whatever it takes to make you believe that."
She nodded, finally losing the battle with herself and squeezing her eyes shut as tears spilled from them.
"I love your strength. How you command a room and squad. Your tenderness with Noah," he grunted, feeling close himself but not willing to spill until she did. "How you love my kids like you love him. Your patience and kindness. All your scars," he finished on a whisper, becoming emotional now, too.
Clenching around him and primed for her explosion, she captured his lips with her's, her hands cupping his cheeks and the back of his neck.
"I love you," he said into her mouth. "And I promise to be here on every hard day moving forward just like you've always been for me. No questions asked. You're my partner and my best friend."
The feel of his tears and the salty taste on her tongue sent her spiraling over the edge with several low moans and incoherent whimpers of what he was sure was "I love you."
Spilling into her fully, her trembling legs kept a death grip around his ass and thighs, and she collapsed again him, breathless, dizzy, and overstimulated.
He was panting, and sandwiched her body between his own and the wall before maneuvering his head to catch her lips once again.
She returned his kiss with a gentle swipe of her tongue, and then pulled back to rest her head against his and catch her breath.
"For life," he whispered after a moment, finishing his earlier sentiment and making a smile cross her face again.
"Take me to bed, El," she replied.
And he did.