AN: Two updates in a row! Hehe. Upping the rating to an M, please be mindful.
Excited to hear your thoughts in the comments – and please, let me know if you have any suggestions/prompts!
-R
I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE: CH 3 / GIVE & TAKE
He was tossing and turning all night, his mind unsettled, heart racing with flashbacks of his time undercover. Elliot had spent the evening at 1PP finalizing some paperwork to close out the Albanian Mafia case. He'd spent a blissful few months back in his normal grind with the OC squad, figuring things out with Olivia, and getting his family back on solid ground, so the mental revisit to this work was rather unwelcomed.
After a sweet dinner in with Olivia and their kids, they'd retreated to bed early. He laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling and arms folded over his chest, waiting for her to emerge from the bathroom.
"El, you alright?" she coos as she hops onto the bed next to him, laying down and grabbing his right hand between both of hers. She threads one set of her fingers through his and covers both of their hands with the other set, before starting to rub up and down his forearm.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just… thinking about Reggie, all of them really. After all of these years, sometimes… I still can't understand how people, humans that are supposedly just like you and me, can be so cruel. So cold and evil. So lacking of… good." He shakes his head.
Olivia turns onto her side then, nuzzling into his neck. She opens her mouth and places a hot, suckling kiss there, letting her tongue linger for a moment. Closes her lips and then presses them into his skin repeatedly, hands still fidgeting with his.
"Mmmmm." Elliot savors the feeling of her soothing his skin and his mind, simultaneously.
"I know. That's why we do what we do though, isn't it? To take as much of that cold evil away as we can, right?" she reminds him.
She relishes in the feeling of falling back into this connection with him. Their deep, intuitive understanding of each other, of the job, of the effect it has on every fiber of your being some days. Now there's an added layer, the physical comfort they can offer each other, the guilt-free mental support. The feeling of being all in, fully committed to each other in every way.
She turns her attention back to his neck, dipping lower to his bare shoulder and kissing there for a little, her hands finally breaking from his to skim the expanse of his chest to his other shoulder before settling on his ear. She pulls and rubs at it, mouth busy over his right pec.
Elliot keeps his eyes closed, thumb brushing against her belly letting her know he's enjoying this, that he needs this. He wonders what if would have been like to have her or someone, anyone, be this attentive and empathetic during the early days of his career.
"Hey Kathy, sorry I'm late, rough night." He grumbled as he climbed into bed, a soft touch on her shoulder. "This little boy—"
"—okay. Get some sleep Elliot, we need to be up early." She turned the opposite direction, pulling the blanket over her face.
She can sense his mind drifting and she lifts her face to look up at him. He opens his eyes as she palms his face on both sides and pulls his lips to hers. It's sweet and slow and soft. Their tongues slide against each other with practiced ease. She tastes like red wine and tomato sauce, and he could live in this moment forever, maybe.
"I'm sorry you had a rough night, El. Think of all the good you accomplished because you became Eddie Wagner for a moment. I know it didn't always feel like it, but you're a hero. None of this is for nothing."
She leans in one more time, lips dancing against his with a small moan.
"Get some sleep, El. Tomorrow is a new day. You'll feel better. I love you."
He smiles softly, sleep already tugging at his eyelids.
He wakes up to the sun rising, already feeling the heaviness from last night has dissipated and he's thankful for that. It's early, but Liv is already up, apparently, so he slips out of bed and pads out to the hallway in search for her. He takes a mental note of his empty apartment, remembering that Kathleen said she was taking Bernie to a 7 o'clock appointment and Eli left with them to get dropped at school. He peeks into the guest room where Liv set Noah up and grins at the little boy cocooned underneath several blankets, his curls sticking out the top the only sign of life there.
Elliot continues to the guest bathroom down the hall, where he sees the light on, door ajar. He hears the shower patting against the tile as he gets closer and eventually smells her bergamot soap wafting through the air. He knocks ever so slightly before stepping in and pulling an extra towel from the closet, then locking the door behind him.
"Liv? Good mooorning." He murmurs, shedding his boxer briefs and sliding the door open. She twists around, eyes dropping quickly down and then back up looking him over, grinning gently.
"Hey, you. Morning. Comin' in?"
"You bet your ass I'm gonna come."
She laughs out loud, moving further under the rain shower to accommodate him. His hands are on her instantly, wrapping her body and pulling her close. His right hand stays low on her stomach, pinky finger brushing the wet curls below, and his left crosses her ribs and cups her right breast, thumbing her nipple. His chin rests on her shoulder and he kisses her jaw.
"Thank you," kiss "for last night," another kiss. "I'm really glad you're here, Liv. That we're here, doing this."
His nibbles her neck, teeth leaving marks before his tongue presses to soothe.
"Mmmmm, I'm glad too." She reaches her arms up to cradle his head, and he finds the entire scenario incredibly erotic.
She leans her head back against him, his hands still roaming her body, touching everywhere. He kneads her breast, eliciting long moans from deep within her. His other hand dips deeper, brushing her clit and then circling.
"Ah-"
Elliot grins, quickly removing his hand and turning her around, to face him now. He kisses her, hard, mouth wide open and tongue searching. He lifts his hands to her neck and lines his thumbs along her jaw, positioning her to deepen the kiss. It's wet and sloppy and insanely hot, there under the water.
She sighs, her palm chasing his abs, and lower, lower. She moves between them and touches him, her fingers sliding like silk along his delicate foreskin. "Oooh, Liv," his breath catches. He presses against her hand with a deep, needy groan to let her know he likes it. But this isn't about him, this is about thanking her for being there for him last night. For giving him what he needed.
He lifts his thigh and forcefully pushes it between legs, making sure to put pressure where she wants it. "Let me, Liv."
He flips her again so her back is pressed to his chest and then guides them over to the bench along the side of his shower. Elliot scoots all the way back making sure she has enough room to sit in front, legs wide open. They fit together perfectly, skin to skin, and he still has to remind himself this is Olivia Benson, panting and eagerly waiting for him to do something. It's Olivia.
He slips his hand between her legs, dipping into her heat and pulling her against him tightly. "You're wet, and it's not just the shower." He smirks, increasingly aware of his gorging arousal between them.
"El-" she gasps, the word almost broken by a whine as he strokes her in a gloriously tantalizing rhythm. She presses her hands against his, one cupping a breast and the other thumbing her clit.
"Feels so good, El. More."
He slides a finger in, suddenly, dipping it in and out a little, massaging as he goes. He adds a second, curling them up towards the spot. Up, inside, over, slightly to the right—he's memorized that one now, and she nearly keens.
"Ah, fuck, Elliot. There."
He feels the grip of her muscles begin to flutter, and it makes his dick twitch. "Liv, I can feel you, you're perfect."
"I want you inside of me. I want you to make me come, need you."
"All yours, Liv."
She adjusts her position, lifting up and reaching behind her to his cock. With her feet flat on the shower floor and hands braced on his knees, she sinks onto his length with a deep exhale. "Oooooh."
"God dammit, Liv. Fuck me."
His hands wrap around her body again, this time grounding her, keeping her balanced as she grinds against him. Her hips are moving in deliberate circles and she's making little noises in time to her motions. She reaches an arm back around his neck, massaging his nape, while the other stays dug into his kneecap.
"Ahh." She sighs contentedly.
"Take what you need, Olivia." He reminds her.
Her eyes are closed, and she leads one of his hands to her breasts as her movements quicken. They're urgent now, less calculated. She rides him with force, letting her weight fall wholly onto him, pushing him deeper inside and increasing the pressure. Her moans are getting higher pitched, and she just needs more.
She goes to drag the hand toying with her nipple down to her clit, anything to add pressure.
"El, please. Please, I need-"
She looks back to him, eyes desperate for release, her hips still attached to his, moving frantically. He locks eyes with her just for a moment, and then he's holding her across her belly as he leans towards the wall and grabs the handheld shower piece.
"Keep going, Liv, I got you."
She's moving over him with slick, deep motions. The sound is insane.
"Elliot, I need to.. ah.. ah.. I need to come." She's almost whimpering now.
He turns on the jet stream setting, lining it up to her clit. He thrusts up his hips to meet her movements and simultaneously drags the hand piece over her. She's gone in an instant, legs shivering at the contact.
"I'm-El! Oh, oh, oooooooh."
"Come for me, Liv. Let me feel you."
He keeps the added pressure there until it's too much and she pushes it away.
"My god, El."
She stands and reaches her hand out, bringing him with her back under overhead spray. They hug there for a minute, he lets her catch her breath.
"You know, El, you didn't need to make anything up to me. For last night, I mean." She says. "It's a give and take, I know, but.. it doesn't always have to be a perfect exchange, you know? I just… I don't want you to feel like you owe me something. We're in this now, together."
He processes her words, and he gets it.
"Yeah, I know. I know, Liv. We're partners. For better or worse."