Part 2. Prompt: Raw
Chapter 2: Realities
'There are so many things she wants to do to this man. With this man.'
The spell breaks and she moves towards the door just as he changes his mind. He's not gonna let this go.
"Liv, wait..." Elliot rushes, trying to stop her. He's faster, his hand lands on the door before she can get to it.
"Don't..." Her voice is small, barely there. He can almost feel the gears turning over and over in her head.
"Don't, what? Let you run away?" He asks, staring at her profile as she faces the door, not looking at him. "Because that's what you're doing, Olivia. Running away." He states matter of factly.
She finally looks at him and notices that if she moves just a fraction, she'd be able to kiss him again. And she wants to kiss him, badly. She also feels she might die if she does. There are so many things she wants to do to this man. With this man. Her heart aches thinking of what she wishes he would do to her.
His hands snake around her waist from the side, pulling her closer. "Olivia, don't run away from me. Not from me." He whispers in her ear. "Wanna take care of you now. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." His right hand lands on the button of her jeans and she can feel it as he pops it open. His mouth is busy too, working its way from her ear, down to her neck, and finally, her soft lips as his free hand turns her head to the side to face him so he can devour her mouth.
It's like a chain reaction, as soon as his lips touch hers they are both gone. She finally turns around and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and push her against the nearest wall. Her body collapses on it with an 'oof' while her arms lock themselves behind his neck.
Lips. Tongues. Moist. Hands. Fingers. Warm. Wet. So wet. It is all her brain can process.
"Liv, say yes. Let me do this for you. Let me feel you." He mumbles between kisses, his left-hand leaves her waist and grasps her right breast. Squeezing it, fondling it, and feeling its weight as it fills his hand. He traps her lower lip between his, biting and sucking it hard. He swallows the groan that comes out of her.
"Yes." She hisses. His right hand goes back to the button of her pants only to work on the zipper now. He lowers it and his hand wastes no time, skipping the entrée and going straight in for the main course.
"Fuck, you're so ready Liv. So ready, just for me." His mouth expels obscenities on her ear as he touches her in her most intimate place.
At the first brush of his fingers on her she melts, she feels herself crumbling and falling, and it is everything she has ever hoped but it also isn't. Olivia feels how one of his large and calloused fingers dips slightly inside of her, gathers her juices, and moves back up, passing her folds to rub over her clit. She throws her head back, her skull hitting the wall behind her forcefully, but she doesn't feel it. The ache between her legs is much stronger.
She's really gonna do it. She's really gonna let her work partner of over 9 years bring her to climax with his fingers while they are inside a fertility clinic's medical room. It's her fault really, she started it.
"Show me how. Show me how you like it, Liv." He whispers desperately, kissing her jaw, his breathing coming in pants, matching hers. His voice is low and rough, full of desire. She feels like she could come just by hearing him speak her name in that tone.
Olivia raises her head and locks her eyes on him. She can see the intensity on them, the want and need. She can see something else too, something she can't bring herself to believe or even trust.
Her right hand lowers from his neck and moves down, gripping his and moving them both further inside her underwear. His left hand clumsily attempts to lower her pants and panties, wanting to not only feel her but see her too. See both of their hands touching her. So she shows him, in that sterile and much-too-bright room, she shows him how she likes to be touched. How she touches herself when she thinks of him. How his thumb should both brush and press over her now engorged nub, and how his finger should move and curl inside her. He's a fast learner and soon she removes her hand and feels as he takes her near the edge.
"Shit, yes. Right there..." She grunts, her hips moving with his hand. She yelps as his left hand grasp her breast again and his fingers pinch her taut nipple through her blouse. Her hands clutch his shoulders and hold onto them, trying not to fall as her knees buckle.
"Does that feel good? Do my fingers inside you feel good?" Elliot asks breathless, mimicking her earlier words to him. "Because you do, Liv, you feel so fucking good." She can feel his length again, big and hard against her thigh. "So fucking tight and warm... God, Olivia!" His words excite her just as much as his hands do.
"Elliot..." She moans loudly and he rapidly removes his hand from her breast and moves it up and over her mouth, hushing her cries and reminding her where they are.
"Shhh, you gotta be quiet." He chuckles, lowering his head to the crook on her neck and kissing and lapping at her there. If she wasn't so far gone she would have noticed the intensity of his kiss and the way he was sucking at her skin, marking her. He adds a second finger inside her and she cries against his hand. Her hips moving in sync with his movements.
A knock on the door stills them both. "Mister Stabler, are you okay in there? Do you need me to call your doctor? Do you need assistance?" The nurse asks.
"I already had assistance..." He speaks quietly for only Olivia to hear. His tone is smug and breathless as he smiles at her now panicking face.
Olivia recognizes the voice as the same nurse who prevented her from entering the room. If she could see them now...
His breathing is ragged and he tries to compose himself before answering. "I'm okay!" He yells. Hoping the woman hears him over the door. His hand and fingers slowly resume thrusting inside her. "Just a second!" She gapes at him and he throws a shit-eating grin at her. He kisses her, removing the shock out of her face, his fingers moving faster and harder. Olivia's eyes roll back.
"Okay, I'll give you a few more minutes." They hear the nurse saying, and then hear her steps as she walks away.
"That's all I need." He mumbles between kisses, his thumb working overtime on her clit. "Are you gonna come for me? Come for me, Liv. I wanna see you." He encourages her, he needs to see her come undone.
"I'm so close. Harder! Just a little more..." She whimpers in a rush. He moves his hand faster and harder and seconds later he feels it. Feels her falling over, hard, on his hand. He stares at her and thinks she has never looked more beautiful. Flushed, sweaty, and tousled. He hopes he will get to see her again like this.
He removes his fingers from inside her, and brings them to his lips, sucking and cleaning her juices off them. He hums in pleasure and Olivia whimpers again. He gathers her in his arms just as hers wrap around his neck again, her cheek resting over his shoulder. She's sated but overwhelmed, can't speak, and wants nothing more than to feel his arms around her like this. The implications of what they have done be damned. At least for now.
Elliot kisses the side of her head before mumbling. "So who goes out first? You or me? Because that nurse sounded scary."
She can't help it. She laughs at his idiocy, and at that moment it is the best feeling in the world.
She knows it might not last.
TBC
This was NOT how chapter two was gonna go, but here we are.
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