A/N: ok, now you know how the promo had someone hurt that conveniently looks like olivia and elliot is over that someone with tears in his eyes. yeah.
get in the clown car losers we're going clowning.
also, this was inspired by this prompt /EOFicletPrompts/status/1569279687037263872
Let me know what you think!
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She had actually run. The moment the paramedics checked her vitals and cleared her she went straight to fin and then to her car. It might have been the tears in his eyes while she was telling everyone that she was fine, that made her drive away as if her life depended on it, or his reaction to finding out that she was indeed alive when he clutched her to his chest in front of her squad and his and a couple of others, after she insisted she was fine, or maybe the way he choked out her name alongside with "god no" when he saw her lying on the floor.
Elliot gave her space. He really did. He didn't chase after her, he let her go home to her son and he made an effort to drive himself to his house. But somewhere along the way he turned around and found himself outside her place, this time sober but not aching any less to see her face in the middle of the night.
He's been in his car for 10 minutes when he finds the courage to pick up his phone and text her, and as if she had been waiting for that text her whole life, her answer comes immediately and Elliot doesn't think he's felt love like this for a woman before.
He's at her door faster than he thought possible but the emotion clogging his throat doesn't seem to ease the moment she opens her door, instead it becomes heavier and heavier and it brings the tears back to his eyes.
"Elliot," she pleads, when she looks at him, soft and feminine with her hair wet and dripping on her NYPD t-shirt.
Olivia shakes her head at him and closes her eyes for a moment, he likes to think it's because she's at least half as emotional as he is.
He follows her inside willing himself to get a grip on his fucking emotions for her sake. Olivia hands him a beer and flops herself on the couch and pats the spot next to her.
She silently pushes the container of food she'd ordered in front of him and he accepts without breaking the silence.
They eat together, just like old times.
Just like old times, except for the fact that her son is in his room, sleeping.
Just like old times, except they are talking to each other quietly as if nothing important happened today, because it's past midnight and he has no idea his mother has company so late at night. Even if it's just dinner with a friend.
When he can't ignore the elephant in the room with small talk anymore he turns to her and as his hand descends on her knee he feels again his throat start to close before his words come out, "Liv, today…"
But Olivia is quick in the way she shoots up from the couch as if she can feel it coming and frankly he knows that she does and that she doesn't want to spend another night thinking about his eyes staring at her filled with pain when she knows they won't be drying each other's tears. And the only way he knows is because late at night in his mind her eyes are always filled with pain that he caused her.
"I need some water, do you?"
But Elliot knows this dance of avoidance and allows her a few seconds of peace before he allows himself the need to be close to her, to consume him once again.
He finds her in her kitchen with a bottle of water tightly in her fist and her hand might be shaking but he can't be sure because he's searching for her eyes behind the curtain of her hair.
He closes the distance once again and he knows from the way she's staring at his feet that she doesn't want this heaviness tonight but he's an asshole and he almost lost her today and he needs her to know that it would have crushed his soul. It nearly did.
He pulls the bottle from her hand and he thinks she's about to protest but he's practiced this moment in his head a million times and his hands are quick when they wrap around her middle and finally, her body collides with his. It feels like heaven, although he longs for embraces like this with her that don't start with both of them in pain.
He feels a rush of air leave her lungs when he presses his face into the crook of her neck and then her hands come to clutch at his sides, bunching up his Henley.
«Elliot…»
He nuzzles once, twice and he thinks he needs to tell her quick before she pushes him. He moves his hands to her face and tilts her head back to stare at her eyes and only then does he realize that she's crying and he wants to cry too.
His fingers swipe delicately under her eyes at the few tears that escape.
"Liv, I could've lost you today. You almost died. I would have died. At that moment, I would have died." He rushes out the words in one breath and Olivia closes her eyes when a sob escapes her lips.
He brings her close again and this time his lips find the soft skin of her neck and for the first time in almost a quarter of a century, he touches her skin there.
God, he can't stop kissing her neck. And, fuck, he can't stop himself from tasting her skin, not when he hears her sigh as he moves his lips across her jaw.
His mouth is so close to hers that if she turned her head a bit their lips would be touching and Olivia as if reading his mind, brings her hands to cup his face and brings her mouth to his and he can't believe it took him so long to finally know what her kiss tastes like.
She is kissing him like she needs this as much as he does and Elliot feels lightheaded with the knowledge that she might feel the same for him, and the only thing on his mind is how Olivia Benson is really the one true love of his life.
She bites his lower lip and runs her tongue to soothe it as she pulls away and their eyes meet again but he misses her lips already –red and swollen from his kiss- and it's not even been a second since he was kissing them. His hand slips to her nape and he pulls her to him and he never thought it possible he'd feel such hunger for a woman from just a kiss.
He moves his mouth to her collarbone and pulls at the V of her shirt to expose more of her perfect skin and his cock twitches in his pants the moment he feels her hand at the back of his head guiding his mouth on her breast.
He groans when his mouth finds her and tugs so hard at her shirt to wrap his lips around her nipple that he thinks he hears it rip somewhere but she doesn't seem to mind and he won't either, because Olivia is pushing her breast harder against his face as he sucks on her.
He takes a small step back and looks at her, and all the times he thought she was beautiful, hold nothing against this moment as she looks at him with eyes full of lust and swollen lips. He grabs her by the hips and lifts her easily and when she is seated on her counter Olivia chuckles at his display of strength, but the moment she opens her mouth to talk his lips are on hers, and his tongue again deep in her mouth.
She pushes him with her hands on his chest and he thinks he's gone too far but he hasn't wanted anything more and he's not afraid to beg. "Liv, baby, please."
He is ready to pull away from her and give her space because he feels her hands push again but he realizes she was trying to get a hold of his belt buckle and, Jesus fucking Christ, Olivia Benson is pushing his pants and boxers off of his hips, with the same hands she holds her Glock. "Fuck."
He steps back for a second and removes them and when he looks at her, her eyes are on his cock and he instinctively wraps his hand around it, and strokes it a couple of times.
"Come here," she says, and he's never heard her voice sound like that before. Elliot finds her lips again, but his hands go for her leggings and when he tugs them she breaks the kiss and balances herself on her hands so he can pull them off of her.
He looks at her and then at her barely there black thong and fuck he wonders if all the times he had wanted her bent over her desk while they worked together, she'd have something like this on if he were to fuck her back then.
"Fuck, Olivia, do you wear this at work?"
"Only when I work with you," she says and smiles at him seductively and he knows she's messing with him but he really doesn't mind as long as he gets to see her like this.
He looks at the thong once again and grabs the front of it with his hand, he sees how the garment slips between her lips at the pressure and he thinks he might faint in front of her when he hears her soft voice, "Rip it."
"Yeah?" he asks dumbly but really he doesn't wait and his other hand is already on it, pulling it apart, tearing it as she nods her head.
He groans at the unrestricted view of her, on her counter naked from the waist down with her thong in shreds at his hands.
For a second he wishes he had his pants on so he could slip the thong into his back pocket, but the thought vanishes the moment Olivia opens her legs slightly more and now he can look at her. His first thought as he sees her is to drop to his knees in front of her and bury his face in her pussy but Olivia pulls at his shirt once again and for the second time tells him, "Come here."
He steps closer and she reaches for him, one hand at the back of his neck as she brings his mouth back to hers and the other finding his cock and wrapping around it.
"Shit," he says when she starts stroking him, his own hands itching to touch her intimately but finding her hips and digging in her flesh.
Olivia breaks the kiss and presses her forehead to his while looking down at her hand on his hard cock. She exhales sharply when he places his hand on top of hers to guide it, showing her exactly how he likes it.
He removes her hand and breathes through his nose trying to calm himself. Her hands find his hips and she starts pulling him closer and really this feels better than it did in all his fantasies because he can feel Olivia wanting him and hear her quiet moans and little sighs and smell her arousal and actually see it glistening on his cock as he drags it up and down her folds.
Olivia drops a hand behind her on the counter the moment he pushes inside her and he can't look away from her beautiful face as her eyes drop close and her mouth opens the deeper he pushes inside her.
He drops his head on her chest and stops for a moment, overwhelmed from feeling her, hot and slick and tight around him.
"God, Liv, you feel so good." His voice is muffled by her shirt and he wishes he had removed it earlier so he could have her face buried in her tits. He takes a few deep breaths again, trying not to come immediately and when he thinks he can handle it he starts moving inside her.
"God, Elliot," she moans next to his ear and he nearly comes inside her. He pulls out without warning and drops to his knees.
He knows that she is about to protest when she moans frustratingly when she realizes he's not getting inside her any time soon. He opens her legs further, getting closer and closer, his hands caress her calves as they make their way up to her thighs. When his mouth finds the inside of her left thigh he sucks hard at her tender flesh trying to leave a mark and then he kisses her skin there and continues moving slowly until he finds her pussy.
"So fucking pretty," he says and looks up at her to find her eyes staring at him with her mouth open, waiting for his next move.
His mouth is on her and she tastes like heaven and he really needs to tell her. But he can't stop when he hears her shallow breaths and sighs as he runs his tongue up and down her folds or when his lips wrap around her clit and she jerks against his face or when she mumbles almost incoherently, " so good, so good, so good."
He moves one of his hands that's wrapped around her thigh, up her body slowly until he finds her lips and slips two thick fingers inside her mouth, making his cock twitch. Elliot brings his hand back and slips the fingers that were in her mouth slowly inside her tight pussy.
He twists them once, twice as Olivia keeps jerking and moaning his name in pleasure and he gets up, slips his hand that's not fucking her in her long hair, and brings her face close to his as he whispers in her ear, "you taste so good, Liv. Like you're mine."
The moment he utters the word mine he feels her clench around his fingers, and his cock jumps against her side and something swells inside his chest as if he wasn't enough of a possessive motherfucker before this when it came to Olivia.
"Elliot, please, you're gonna make me come," she whispers- almost whines, flushed and so beautiful as he moves his curled fingers so hard inside her that the slick sound of her arousal and their labored breaths are the only things disturbing the quiet of her apartment.
Olivia is coming, and he knows because the grip she has on his fingers has his head spinning just thinking about when it might feel around his cock, and she is jerking, her thighs trembling and her eyebrows tightly knit together with her eyes open and looking at him.
Looking at him as he's making her come. She moves her hand from the counter because she wants to touch him but instead of the fabric of his Henley it collides with something metallic and the next thing they hear is a loud noise and t breaks them apart, both thinking about the boy sleeping in his room.
"Shit, shit, shit," swears Olivia, pushing him away, jumping off the counter in search of her leggings in case Noah woke up from the sound of his water bottle hitting the floor and comes looking for her. Elliot tries to put his feet inside his jeans but she is already pushing him in the direction of her bedroom, or so he thinks and he complies, walking towards the closed door, with Olivia right behind him stopping at Noah's bedroom to peek inside.
Olivia is still flushed. Her chest is heaving and she takes a moment to control her breathing as she runs her hands through her now mostly dry hair.
Her legs are still shaking, partly from the orgasm Elliot gave her, and partly from the adrenaline and anxiety at the possibility of being caught mid-action by her son. She opens the door further the moment Elliot steps inside her bedroom and releases a breath when she realizes Noah is still asleep.
Elliot is sitting on her bed with his pants on but still unzipped with his belt hanging loose. She thinks he probably put on his boxers too. Trying to be quiet she slips inside and closes the door, thinking about how this all should have started in the bedroom in the first place with the door locked because she feels so nervous now that she thinks she might vomit. And that's not sexy at all, even if your partner has seen you looking your worse multiple times.
Elliot is the first to break the silence when he asks, "did we wake him up?" and God, she feels her chest flood with warmth and her thighs clench involuntarily when he says "we" because it sounds so intimate and her mind is still numb from it. She manages a barely audible, "no" and then clears her throat.
But Elliot is still looking nervous as she stands there with her back against the door and out of habit, he brings his hand to his face and rubs his lips and chin. Olivia flushes a deep red once she realizes the hand is the one that was covered in her arousal a few moments earlier and he must realize it at the same time because his eyes seem to darken even more and he looks like he wants to devour her.
Maybe it's that alone or maybe it's the fact that she didn't see him come like he did or maybe it's just because she's wanted him for 24 years, but whatever the reason –she tells herself she doesn't need to analyze it now- she takes a deep breath and walks to him as seductively as possible- she wants to drive him as crazy as he does after all- and when she reaches the bed and is standing in front of him she says," You're not dismissed!"
Elliot chuckles and her comment seems to make his nervousness disappear all of a sudden.
"Standing right here, Captain."
He tries to bring her closer by the hips but Olivia has other plans as she hovers slightly over him and grabs his pants for the second time in the last hour.
He helps her and as soon as his pants are on the floor she pulls at his shirt. "Your turn." His voice is hoarse and his eyes drop to her shirt and she can tell he can't wait to take it off of her.
"I give the orders around here, detective." She can tell he loves the teasing by the way his eyes shine in the dark room and he says, "That so?" before pulling her to him so he can undress her himself.
She finds it remarkable the fact that he is so patient and hasn't yet ripped her clothes off. Elliot shoves her leggings down her legs and traces his hands up so delicately that goosebumps spread across her flesh.
He brings his face to her belly the moment his hands lift her shirt and he starts kissing and licking her. Olivia helps him the rest of the way, and he groans the moment her breasts come into view.
He pulls her to him, his rough hands on her ass squeezing her supple flesh and finally his mouth finds the soft skin of her breast. This time is her turn to moan as he wraps his lips around her nipple and sucks gently.
"God, Liv, you're so beautiful."
With her arms on his shoulders, she steps closer to him and straddles him, his cock hard between them, jumping the moment it touches her skin. She looks down as Elliot wraps his hand around it waiting for her to move a little so he can rub it against her still wet pussy.
Olivia brings her mouth to his to kiss him as Elliot lines himself up and slowly pulls her down onto him. Her mouth drops open and she moans again, this time unable to hold the sound back and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth once again.
Olivia brings her hands to cup his face once he's buried to the hilt and kisses him back with the same intensity he is. Pressing her tongue to his and biting his lips.
She starts moving slowly, trying to adjust and Elliot swears quietly as he presses his forehead to her neck. She can't believe it took them this long to get here.
She feels his hands everywhere at once and she still wants more. He brings them to her ass again and pulls her harder against him, moving her back and forth on his cock so that her clit rubs against him.
God, she's about to come again. It's embarrassing actually that he can do this to her with minimal effort. "Fuck." The moment her head falls back in pleasure his lips are on her neck, this time harsher than before, his teeth nip at her flesh, and fuck she's going to have to wear turtlenecks for a few days, and she couldn't care less if she tried.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," his voice is gravelly next to her ear and really she is so far gone that she says the first thing on her mind. "Please."
Elliot comes the moment he hears her asking him to fill her up, moving her harder and faster on his cock, trying to make her come with him and that does it.
"God, Elliot," she moans jerking in his lap, her nails digging in his shoulders trying to hold onto him.
They stop after a few moments and try to catch their breaths not wanting to move. She removes herself from his lap the moment he slips out of her, her ankle sore from the position, and lays on the bed.
"I had no idea Catholic boys could fuck like this."
He looks at her with adoration and turns on his side throwing an arm over her middle. "Shut up."
Olivia snickers.