Vanilla Ice Cream

Summary: People always associate the word 'vanilla' with dull, bland, and boring. On a sizzling summer afternoon, Elliot treats himself, and comes to the conclusion that vanilla is the best flavour of them all.

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I've written anything, actually 160 days to be exact. Wrote this to see if I was still capable of stringing some decent words together. Stay cool everyone! This is a one-shot. Happy National Ice Cream Month! Vanilla Ice Cream Day was actually on July 23rd, I was hoping to post back then, but wasn't done writing this little one-shot yet. Stay cool!

A/N 2: Takes place during the present time, but heavily deviates from canon, let's say, after that whole mess with the Albanian's etc. I haven't seen the second half of the last season of SVU or OC, no spoilers please. I'm sure I've changed details to make my story work, whoops.

Disclaimer: Don't sue me, you really won't get shit, characters belong to the Wolf guy, I just borrow them occasionally for shits and giggles.

Patio, Elliot Stabler's Apartment, Wednesday Afternoon, Summer 2022

Elliot had never been more thankful for installing a privacy fence around his patio, than he was in that moment. He had never intended for it to be used for the kind of moment he found himself in, but in hindsight he thought he was a genius.

Although it was the middle of summer, and he would normally be knee deep in a case, or undercover, (if the last year was anything to go by), instead he was enjoying a week off. His mother, and a couple of his children, including Eli, were currently at her place, enjoying the benefits of having a place to stay right on the beach, in this record breaking heat wave. It also left him home alone, and for once he was appreciating every minute of it.

Elliot groaned, "Mmmm, so fucking good." He leaned over, sliding his tongue through the quickly melting, gooey mess, that was his vanilla ice cream.

People often associated vanilla with other words; dull, bland, and boring, came to mind. Those people had never tasted vanilla like he was in that moment, it really was a strong flavour.

And on that hot summer day, it became his favourite flavour. He planted his hands on either side of the reclined lounger, and starting at the base, he stuck out his tongue, as slowly as he could he slipped it upwards, feeling every curve, and groove along the way.

Elliot moaned, and sucked up as much of the creamy dessert again. "Delicious, fuck, you're so delicious," he mumbled around a mouthful of vanilla ice cream.

"Again," his company for the day exhaled loudly, "Feels so good."

Elliot chuckled as he reached for the carton of vanilla bean ice cream, forgoing the spoons he brought out, he scooped some of the decadent dessert onto his fingers. Trying not to drip too much, he smoothed the ice cream from the bottom of her neck, all the way down her spine, kissing the skin on either side of the white trail, ending at the top curve of her plump ass.

He sat up to admire his work. He was beyond pleased with himself. He didn't know how he had convinced her to come over, and hang out outside in the blazing heat to begin with. Nor how he got her to ditch her clothing, he was pretty sure he had said something about not wanting tan lines. If that wasn't enough, when they had drained the iced tea's he had poured them, she had hummed around the spoonful of vanilla ice cream he had given her, after fetching the cool dessert from his freezer.

Things took the most drastic turn, a turn he had only dreamed and fantasized about, when staring at his girlfriend he missed his mouth, and accidentally dripped some of the sticky substance onto his bare chest. The cool sensation felt great, but her mouth and tongue lapping it up felt even better.

He instructed her to turn over onto her front, and this is how he found himself in the position he was currently in. He straddled the back of her upper thighs, placing the vanilla ice cream back on the small garden table, situated between the two loungers, and bending over he used nothing but his mouth to lick up the cold dessert.

Elliot watched her writhe, and twist beneath him. Her skin had a sun kissed glow to it, making her seem even sexier than normal, a feat he didn't think was possible. Elliot lowered his body, causing his partner to gasp as his hard on pushed against her warm ass. Having an even better idea Elliot sat back on his heels, and reached for the ice cream again.

Taking her off guard, he lightly slapped her shapely behind before warning her, "This is gonna be cold."

He heard her gasp loudly as he poured the melted treat over her ass cheeks, watching as the smooth white liquid coated her butt, some of it slipping between her cheeks.

"Fuck," Olivia cried at the cold sensation. "How did I ever let you talk me into this?"

Elliot hummed, "I dunno but I'm glad you said yes." Satisfied with the amount of liquid covering his partner's ass, he licked from the crease between the back of her thighs and butt, up the glorious curve of her ass, punctuating his movements with a kiss.

"Mmmm," Olivia whimpered.

Elliot chuckled as he leaned over her body, he bent his head, and clasped his lips over her jugular at the same time as he dropped his hips. They both exclaimed, unintelligible sounds escaping their mouths, as his erection slid easily through the thick sticky liquid.

Elliot couldn't help staring down her body as he propped himself up on one arm. His dick was sliding between her butt cheeks, becoming coated in the vanilla substance, and reminding him of another kind of sticky white fluid.

Although they had known each other for over 20 years, their relationship had only turned romantic that summer. They talked and talked, even attended therapy together, before attempting a relationship. They tried to take it slow, but after 20 years of foreplay, it didn't take long for their passion to take over. They'd been having sex, any chance they could get, for just over a month. With 6 kids, and grandkids always around, it was hard for them to have any alone time. Even when they did manage to get together, it seemed they were never truly alone, kids or one nosey parent, always just a wall away, they had to practice how to be quiet early into their physical relationship.

Elliot didn't think it would be a problem for him at least, but if anyone could prove him wrong about his own sex life, it would be Olivia Benson. He didn't know why or how, but she had unleashed the beast within him. He couldn't keep quiet to save his life.

Snapping out of his trance, he was more than thankful he had the whole place to himself after Maureen and her kids left that morning.

He had invited Olivia over, letting her know the coast was clear. Noah was at an overnight dance camp for two weeks, so it was also the perfect time for her AC to conk out on her too. Aside from work, she was spending almost all her spare time at Elliot's. Their families knew they were trying to explore a more romantic relationship, but they had no idea how far they had taken things.

Elliot was more than happy to spend any time with the curvy Captain, in any manner or setting. He was finding it difficult, once they had crossed that line, to keep his hands to himself. He found he was touching her more than usual, even when their squads worked together. It wasn't anything salacious, a hand on her lower back, or guiding her by her elbow, but his body tingled every time they touched.

"Elllll," Olivia mumbled beneath him. He watched as she bit her forearm, muffling her scream. They both had gotten use to silencing themselves.

Elliot pushed her arm away from her mouth, "None of that, we're alone, I wanna hear you."

"You, ha-have ne-neighbours Elliot," Olivia panted, as she reached down between her legs.

Elliot gulped loudly as he watched her body jerk uncontrollably. It was obvious she was rubbing her clit. In the time that he had been physical with his ex-partner, he had come to the realization that she had no problem taking control of her own pleasure. While it might be a hit to most men's ego, he himself found it to be a major turn on.

Elliot groaned as his hips jerked, losing the rhythm he had perfected. "Gonna come," he exhaled heavily into her damp tresses.

Elliot barely had a moment to move as Olivia flipped over onto her back. She spread her legs and pulled his hips between her own, cradling them between her thighs.

"Shit," Elliot exclaimed as he breached her quivering hole.

Elliot glanced down at her heaving chest. Her nipples were still hard pebbles from his ministrations earlier. He had used the ice cream, slathered her breasts in the cold gooey mess, and spent a ridiculous amount of time "cleaning" them. He had held up his spoon and let the cold ice cream drip directly on to the pointed tips. Using his warm tongue and mouth he sucked on her cool buds. By the time he was finished, her nipples were hard distended points, supplying her whole body with a welcomed pleasure.

He saw her glance down his back, he knew she was watching her long tanned legs wrap around his body, pale in comparison to hers. He felt her heels dig into his bare ass.

Grabbing his erection, he rubbed his tip against her clit, loving the way she bit her lip and clawed at his back. He knew they were both seconds away from blowing apart.

Maureen used her key to open the door to her father's apartment. He hadn't mentioned going out after she and her son's left, but with his hectic schedule she never knew anymore.

Standing just inside the door she tried to think of where she could have left her wallet. Scanning the room, Maureen snapped her fingers, and made a beeline to her dad's bedroom. Not wasting a moment she logged onto the desktop he had set up in his room.

Maureen rolled her eyes as she typed in her birth date as the password. She quickly looked at the icons on the screen finding the home camera program with no effort. Surely the cameras he had installed all over the apartment, in an attempt to keep track of her youngest sibling, would show her where she had misplaced her wallet earlier.

Maureen had been in the kitchen, and main family room. Rewinding from the current live view, she watched in horror as a partially naked Captain Olivia Benson and an equally nude father of hers, wrapped around each other, came in through the doors to the patio. Olivia's jean clad thighs clung to her father's waist. Both their upper bodies were naked. Realizing she was watching this in reverse, she came to the conclusion they were probably still out there.

Maureen exited the program, and decided she could pick up her wallet another time.

She peaked her head out of his bedroom door, making sure they hadn't come back in. She didn't know how she had missed the clothes littering the floor, forming a line towards the patio doors. Shaking her head she caught a glimpse of the wallet she was looking for, she quickly grabbed it, and as quietly as she could, she left her dad's apartment.

Maureen shook her head, and chuckled, "Good for you Dad!" Her and her siblings had hoped he would move on with Olivia, her son got along great with the whole family too. However none of them needed to see what she just accidentally witnessed, and she could bet that wasn't his intention when he installed those cameras all around his home.

Opening the group chat she had with her older sibling, she sighed loudly and typed her message. They had all placed bets on the couple currently occupying the outdoor patio. She knew Dickie had won and would be insufferable. Rolling her eyes at the quick response from some of her siblings, Maureen walked back to her car, glancing around the corner at the tall fence her Dad had built around his patio. A shiver wracked her body, despite the heat, as she heard a loud cry coming from a woman, and there was no mistaking her father's voice as he called out, "Livvvvvv."

The fence may hide them from view but she sure hoped they realized anybody in the near vicinity could still hear the lovebirds. Maureen blasted the AC in her car, a smile appearing on her face. She didn't want to see or hear them ever again, but she was happy for the seasoned officers.

A/N: The end.

A/N 2: Long story short I've been in the hospital since the middle of February, including 3 diabetic comas and 2 adrenal insufficiency comas. I'm still here, stood up for the first time in months, a couple weeks ago (with a lot of help). I'm currently rocking 17 broken ribs and 15 broken vertebrae, oh and 1 broken wrist. No I was not in an accident, it's from coughing and sneezing, and having the bone density of a 94 year old. Hoping to finish Undercovers and continue Protégé if people liked this. I have a very long road to recover, it's difficult to type with 1 hand too. Your patience is appreciated.