Summary:

Here's where it gets a little smutty folks...but get ready for a surprise. What does Olivia find when they unpack Elliot's old boxes?

*Mentions of scars, sex, and past lovers.

A few days later, Olivia had a rare day off and was helping her boyfriend go through some old boxes to make some space for when she stayed over. God can she really call him that? At her age it sounded so silly. Yet so true. Partners? She liked that a whole lot better. So she dressed in an old NYPD t shirt, a familiar grey hoodie, and jeans that hugged her ass. Really, it wasn't her fault that they made her ass look great. And Elliot always had enjoyed looking at her backside, a fact that Fin had pointed out that one time. Walking into her apartment Elliot did a double take before pulling Olivia into his arms. "Is that...Captain...I do believe you are wearing stolen property." Liv grinned. "It was left in my possession so I have ownership now. But don't worry. I can share." Winking, she started rifling through a lighter box while Elliot took down some of the heavier ones and started to organize them. When Elliot looked up, Olivia was holding a photo from the collection in the box, staring at it with an almost dumbfounded look on her face. "Honey, come here. This picture...tell me about it." Olivia took a seat on his bed. "That box? I think my sister took most of those. She was going through a photography faze when she was younger, took photos of everything. We can probably go through that pretty quick. Let me see." Taking the photo, he looked closer to get a better look. Wow, I think this was when I was maybe 7 or 8? We went to the beach house that summer, dad rented it and I played outside as often as I could, building sandcastles and swimming in the ocean. I met a girl there, Maggie, she and I became fast friends. That's her in the picture. It was weird, I felt almost...well I felt protective over her. The moment I met her. There was sadness in her eyes, you could see it, but she had such a pure soul. She rescued this little lost puppy she found and was so determined to get it help, get it somewhere safe so it could thrive. Even fell, hurt her leg, scraped it up good. I remember thinking she was really something. Brave and fierce. All I wanted was to protect her. To take away whatever was causing her pain. Yet I knew she didn't need me. We played together every day for 3 days. Then she disappeared, went back home with her family. I never saw her again but I always remembered. Never forgot. " He studied the photo, lost in thought for a moment. "Actually, she kind of reminds me of..." Elliot trails off, staring at Olivia and then back at the photo. "Liv I...she was guarded. Said her name was Margaret. Maggie. But it wasn't. Was it. Olivia Margaret Benson...it was you." Tearfully, Olivia nods, staring at the photo of the two of them so very long ago before rolling up her pant leg to show a old faded scar from her very first time saving someone." I knew then I wanted to keep helping people, animals, whatever, whoever, however I could. I never forgot you either. I just never realized until I saw this photo that my very first best friend...was also my partner. My current best friend, my love...my life. Elliot leaned forward, pressing his lips against her soft skin, the spot tingling where his lips touched it. Then he licked the spot, causing her to let out a soft laugh, before kissing the rest of her leg then moving to kiss her lips, her face, her forehead. When he met her eyes their gazes locked, then darkened, the mood changing, electrifying. Olivia pulled him to her and kissed him deeply, while Elliot played with the strings of her worn hoodie, slowly drawing it down and off her shoulders, placing kisses on every revealed spot of skin. Olivia grabbed his shirt and ripped it, the buttons flying without care across the room then pulled her own shirt over her head, chest heaving. She blushed, pausing momentarily to watch his face for any signs of hesitancy at the sight of her scarred chest. Instead, she saw only love, affection, and pure undulated desire in his eyes. He leaned forward, unhooking her bra and cupping her breasts. "You...are perfection. A goddess. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous..." Undressing her slowly, he kissed every scar, every mark on her body, the one on her neck, the ones littering her chest, her leg, her hip, her thigh. "These marks. They prove you are a warrior. A fighter. A survivor. They prove you are alive. And very much mine. All mine. " Elliot stood, stripping the rest of the way, his erect cock hard and ready. Come straddle me baby. I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce when I make love to you. I want to see your face, to see how good I make you feel. I want you to see just how good you make me feel. Every thrust, every move I make...I want you to feel how much I love you." She does, quickly climbing onto his lap, stroking his tip, grinning. "Here's the thing handsome. I decide. How I want, what I want, who I want...and baby I want you. So. damn. Much." Grinding against him, Olivia settles herself onto him, letting out a loud moan. "Fuck baby...you feel so good." Reaching down, Elliot rubbed her clit, thrusting his hips upward, over and over again, hitting her g-spot and causing her to moan loudly. She was every fantasy he had ever had, every wet dream he masturbated to, everything he ever pictured even when he really shouldn't have. He was no angel, and maybe it was wrong (if he was honest it was probably terrible), but if he was honest he couldn't even get it up towards the end of his marriage without thinking of the curvaceous brunette. In sync as they ever were, Olivia was thinking of all the times she had fucked Ed. And how he had never made her feel as good as Eliot was right now. And fuck he had never hit her so deep, so good, so damn fucking good. She loved Elliot, he really did, she always would, but love or no love, she really would have worshipped at the altar that was his dick. Why the hell hadn't they done this earlier again??? "God Elliot...so deep...don't you dare stop." She ran her hands everywhere she could reach, his shoulders, his chest, his hips, his delicious ass. Elliot cupped her breasts again before sucking them, fingers glazing over her nipples, rubbing, squeezing, pinching, running his teeth over them lightly, eliciting the loudest moan yet to fall from her lips. Olivia rode him faster and faster until they both orgasmed, so in sync, bodies covered in sweat and kisses, and in Elliot's case some lipstick in some interesting places. Tangled in his sheets, they lay there, holding one another tightly, love evident on both their faces. Olivia felt so tired and so incredibly sweaty. But really, that was nothing a good hot shower couldn't fix. And really, she should save water. It was environmentally conscious of her. "Hey babe? How about a shower?...

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Next up...Olivia goes back to work after her night with Elliot...but why are her co-workers all staring at her hip? And why is Fin suddenly calling up Munch and yelling that he owes him?

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