Friday comes and Olivia can't wait for the day to be over. She's ready to be dismissed, needing time away from the stressful atmosphere of the station. That's what she kept telling herself at least. What she really needed was time away from her partner. In the days after their fight, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer this could last. How much longer she could allow herself to be number two.
"Benson! Stabler!" Cragen shouts as if on cue, stepping out of his office. "Vacation starts now. Head home and don't come back for a week."
They both move to clean their desks off before gathering their belongings and saying their goodnights. They don't speak to one another until they're alone in the elevator.
"Any plans tonight?" Elliot asks cautiously, not wanting to pry and risk pissing her off again.
"If having a bottle of wine and catching up on tv is considered plans, then yes."
"In the mood for some company?" He turns his head toward her, gauging her reaction.
She meets his questioning gaze. "You don't have to be home?"
"Nah," he shakes his head. "Kathy's at her parents' place with the kids. They won't be back until late."
She knew that this would only lead to more disappointment in the end. He'd have to go home at some point, but she craved him more than her own solitude these days. And since he couldn't give her all of his time, she would take what she could get regardless of the pain that it was causing. Space be damned.
"Mmkay."
When they get to her place, he takes his shoes off and gets comfortable.
"I'm gonna go change," she says walking back to her bedroom.
He knows her apartment. He's been here enough times to know his way around without her help. Her wine and glasses are in the kitchen, so he goes to retrieve them and brings them out into the living room.
When she comes out, she's in black yoga pants and an old Zeppelin t-shirt with her hair up in a tortoiseshell clip. Olivia can never really do simple. Though she tries, she always has this ethereal beauty exuding from her. She joins him on the couch, reaching for the already poured glass in front of her. Taking a sip, she savors the slightly sweet taste, ready for its effects to silence her intrusive thoughts.
He'd turned on football while she was in her room, but she wasn't having that. Her body leans across his, reaching for the remote on his opposite side.
"I am not about to spend my first night of vacation watching football."
He chuckles, taking another sip. "You're the boss."
She rolls her eyes playfully and clicks through the channels, stopping on some reality show he'd never seen before. They watch in comfortable silence as she leans into him. She removes her hairclip after a while, maneuvering her head onto his chest. Her newly freed tresses are like an invitation for him, his fingers sliding from her nape to her crown, massaging her scalp. He wants to ask if she's still mad at him, but doesn't want to ruin the moment. She's relaxed, vulnerable, and practically putty in his hands, enjoying the gentle motions.
A few minutes later, his phone lights up on her coffee table. She lifts up, moving back to her corner of the sofa, letting him reach for the device. She pretends to pay attention to the tv screen, but her heart starts to beat faster at the thought of him leaving so soon.
When he places it face down on the table, she starts to tell him that he should leave. "It's okay if you have to go." Her eyes are still focused on the screen, not wanting him to see the sadness within them. But as much as she hated to admit it, he knew her like the back of his hand.
"I'm here, Liv," he says reassuringly. He reaches for her, pulling her back to him, fingers finding their place at her scalp again.
She leans further into him, head moving to rest on his lap. She wasn't always this physically affectionate, wanting to keep some sort of emotional distance between them. She didn't want to get too comfortable either, but it was clearly too late for that.
His fingers tug lightly on her strands and a moan escapes her. The vibration makes his cock twitch. He tries to keep his arousal under control, giving her pleasure while ignoring his own, but it's no use. She feels him hardening against her cheek and glances up at him. The corner of his mouth lifts into a half smile, he shrugs his shoulders.
"Sorry, can't help it."
She just smiles and tells him that it's alright. She's feeling a bit vulnerable and his desire only makes her feel wanted, so she lifts up and presses her lips against his. He uses one hand to grab her thigh and turn her, pulling her onto his lap. The kiss deepens and she starts grinding into him, feeling his thick length through her pants. She doesn't think, just lets herself feel the way his tongue and lips move to explore her neck and pulse point. His hand is still gripping her hair near the roots and he uses it to guide her, leaning her head back to reveal more kissable skin. Her body is tingling, electric currents quickly awakening every part of her.
The hand on her thigh moves to her lower back, slipping under the waistband of her bottoms. He palms her ass then grips it, helping her grind more into him. He's getting harder every second and he wants her to feel all of him. His teeth nip at her throat and she gasps, the stimulation bringing her close to sweet climax. Her hardened nipples are rubbing against the worn cotton and her eyes fall shut.
It had been days since she'd last felt his mouth on her, but more than a week since she'd felt him pressed into her this way. He was so thick and hard that she could feel him through their layers of clothing. He grins against her skin when he hears her panting and thrusts up into her. He lets her control the pace, grinding against the steel of him until she's clenching around nothing. Her hands gather the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders and she cries out as her orgasm hits her. When her hips falter, he continues thrusting up into her, the friction prolonging her climax.
His movements cease when she slumps into him, resting her forehead against his. Their lips meet, the simple kiss morphing into a languid melding of tongues.
"Take me to bed." She mumbles.
Both hands move to meet under her thighs and he lifts her easily when he stands. She locks her ankles behind his back and can't help but admire how fit he is. The muscles flexing under her fingertips makes her core throb in anticipation. She loved the juxtaposition of his hard body and soft demeanor, seeing his gentle side come to life in stolen moments always brought her back to center. Reminded her of why she felt so safe in his arms. Even when he was rough, which was quite often, he took care of her.
Her arms are around his neck as he carries her down the hall and it's her turn to pepper his skin with kisses. When he places her down on the bed, he stands back and begins to undress. She does the same and when they're both free of their clothing, he hovers over her, planting kisses down her body.
Her hand grasps his bicep, stopping him from moving any further. "El, I need to feel you inside of me." The desperate look in her eyes is all he needs to see.
She reaches for him when he's back between her thighs, lining him up with her dripping slit. When she looks up at him, his eyes are ablaze like blue flames, burning with something deeper than desire. It's too intense, seeing everything he wanted to say reflected back at her. She can't let it derail her right now, so she focuses her energy on his cock again, spreading her arousal over him until he starts to push in.
He moves slowly, inch by inch, knowing that she might need to adjust to him after their drought. The last time they were together like this had been more than a week ago and the vice grip she has on him is the proof. If he was being honest, the slow pace was for his sake too. They needed this and he wasn't about to fuck it up by finishing before they even started. He owed her that much.
When he's buried to the hilt, his strokes are smooth, slowly back and forth until he knows they can handle more.
"Missed you," she breathes into him.
In that moment, wrapped in her warm embrace, he knows there's no turning back. He wants to give her all of him, everything she's ever desired and nothing less. Whatever was outside of these walls didn't matter. It was all about her right now. His lips capture hers as his hips set a torturous pace, drawing out her pleasure. His tongue pushes past her lips and she sucks it further into her mouth, groaning loudly. Their tongues swirl around each other's, working in unison instead of fighting for dominance. She turns her face away from his, inhaling a large breath as he places kisses across her cheek. His lips find the spot just under her ear and her knees press harder into his sides.
They didn't do this often, make love, that is. They never seem to have the time or the gall to get this intimate. He takes his time and every second only gets better. Every nerve ending in her body is tingling, bringing her to a completely sensory state. All she can see, feel, and hear is him. "Go deeper," she pants, locking her legs up around his waist.
The roll of his hips quickly transitions into measured thrusts, slamming into her at the end of each one.
"Yes," she squeals.
His balls begin to tighten and he buries his face in her neck. She's already breathless, on the brink of oblivion. Her hand grips the back of his neck, holding him close. She can feel the beat of his heart, pumping with all his effort. He's gasping and his breath tickles her skin. He grips her thigh a little too tightly and the slight discomfort is her undoing.
"Unghhh!" She cries out, nails dragging down his sweat sheened back.
He struggles to keep the same pace, then he's falling over the edge with her. When they come down from their high, they lay there holding one another until they fall into a much-needed slumber.
Hours later Elliot is awakened by a tingling sensation. His eyes open slowly and they work at adjusting to the darkness, the only light coming from the waxing moon outside of her window. He scans the room, still finding his bearings until he's met with the sight of Olivia draped over his legs, gently caressing his cock. Her nails lightly scratch up the underside of him against the prominent vein there. His entire body shudders and she finally looks up to see him staring at her, mouth slightly ajar.
"Hey, sleepyhead." She says in that low, sleep filled tone.
When her hand wraps around his solid length his eyes fall shut again. Her thumb circles the head, gathering the pre-ejaculate and spreading it around the tip of him. She grips him harder, slowly stroking up and down until he's hard as a rock.
"Shit," he whispers.
She teases him, tongue swirling around his head and then she moves to take him into her mouth. Her tongue flattens against the underside of him and her head bobs up and down, coating him with her saliva. She moves farther and farther down his length until he hits the back of her throat and his fingers tangle in the sheets.
"Damn, Liv." He's opened his eyes again and he can't take them off of her. She was breathtaking, bathed in moonlight looking up at him through her thick lashes with a mouthful of his cock. He was in awe of her. As much as he loved the feeling and view, they wouldn't make round two if she kept this up.
He tugs on her arm, "C'mere."
She pushes down one last time, holding herself against his groin, lips surrounding the base of his cock. He groans and forcibly pulls her off, her lips releasing him with a loud, wet pop.
She grins and lets him guide her, crawling up his body until her legs are on opposite sides of his torso. He pulls her down, capturing her bottom lip in between his teeth. The energy has changed, their nap rejuvenating them. She's scratching at his chest and his grip is probably bruising her hips, but they don't care. His stiff erection is trapped between his stomach and her wet center. She pulls away from him, leaving a trail of saliva from her mouth to his. Reaching between them, she grabs his length and easily slides down onto him.
His hands hold her hips, helping her grind into him, back and forth. She flattens her palms against his broad chest, using it to push off of. His hands naturally find their way to her backside as they always do. He loved that she had so much to offer, mentally, intellectually, and of course, physically. She was so different from Kathy. His large hands overtook his wife, but with Olivia he could never quite grasp all of her. Kathy was a flame, but Olivia was a wildfire. Not easily consumed.
She stopped suddenly, lifting off of him and turned to mount him in the opposite direction. She knew how much he adored her ass and she was in a giving mood at the moment. She leaned forward, grasping his cock between her wet thighs and made a show of slowly slipping him back inside of her.
His hands encase her sides as she finds balance on the tips of her toes. Only she could take control like this. Dominate him without even trying. She was a Goddess and he was a mere mortal, blessed by her presence. She hovered for a beat with just his tip inside of her and before she began her descent, her inner muscles squeezed around him, making his eyes roll back and his fingers press into her ribs harder. Her hands grab his wrists, holding onto him for the leverage as she bounces up and down, barely meeting the base of his cock each time.
She lasted longer than she expected before her legs needed a rest. She paused, falling to her knees and leaning forward to grab his ankles. His hands gripped her cheeks and spread them wider, drooling at the sight of their connection.
"Having fun back there?" She smiled over her shoulder.
"Mmm," he gave her a few smacks. "Just got so much better."
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, loving the sting that his heavy hands left behind.
"Keep going," he encourages.
Her hips lift until he's almost slipping out of her and then she slams back down.
"Fuck, baby," he growls.
The angle is different and her ass jiggles every time her groin meets his. He's transfixed on the movement, enamored by the perfection before him. He loves this position; loves the way she takes all of him like a champ again and again, the sight of her ass bouncing for him.
"Hm-mm-mm," she hums with each thrust.
The wet sound of their coupling, the result of a mixture of sweat and their sticky fluids, echoes in the air surrounding them. Olivia flips her hair to one side and moves her hands up to his thighs, now grinding and rotating her hips slowly on top of him. The motion was pleasurable for both, but always did more for her than him. He didn't mind one bit, actually encouraged it. His dick dragging against her g-spot was sure to get her to the finish line and he planned on giving her another after this.
His grip tightened at her hips and he helped guide her. The faster she moved, the closer she got.
"That's right baby, take what's yours."
"I-I'm so close," she whined, fingers squeezing his thighs.
Elliot lifted both hands and dropped them, connecting with her pliable flesh.
Her whole body stiffens as she reaches climax yet again and he does his best to keep moving for her. Her head falls forward as she lets out a puff of air, small rivulets of sweat dripping down her spine. "God," she breathed.
"Just me," he says, dismounting her.
"Shut up," she giggles dropping onto her back.
He moves into the space between her spread legs, hands cupping her full breasts. He loved the weight of them in his palms, the way they spilled over in his grasp. His cock rests on her belly as he leans in to lick and suck her pebbled peaks. Her hand rests at the back of his head, holding him close.
He pauses, sitting back on his heels with hands on her knees to admire her. Her chocolate tresses frame her face like a masterpiece, her heavy breasts with her rosy nipples stiff in the cooling air, her sun kissed skin reflecting the silver light of the moon.
"You're perfect," he whispers.
She blushes looking into his eyes and hopes that he doesn't notice. Once again, the energy is too intense and she uses his bobbing erection as a distraction. Her eyes follow her hands to his stiff member, gently stroking then lining him up.
Their night had been great thus far, easy and smooth. Until now, she'd forgotten who they were outside of these walls. The intrusive thoughts came blowing back in like a western wind. He'd be leaving soon. She knew that he'd be spending more time with his family over this break and that meant even less time for her.
She couldn't seem to shake the guilt that was eating her up. The moment of slow and steady was gone. She didn't deserve that anymore. She needed something else to quiet her mind.
"Don't hold back." She pulled him closer, tip pushing through her tightness.
What she wants is for him to treat her like a ragdoll, to take what he wanted and show no mercy. In some sick way she felt like she deserved the pain. Deserved to be punished for this great sin that she was committing. She couldn't deny that the pain also brought her an immense pleasure. She hoped that it would leave her aching for as long as possible. Uncertain of their next secret encounter, she needed the physical reminder of him.
His hands slide down her legs, pushing them back and he starts a fast pace immediately. He already feels so good, but when he leans down her legs open further, the angle pulling him in deep. His balls slap against her skin and she swears she can feel him in her stomach.
"Ah, ah!" Her brows knit together; the pain surprising yet pleasurable.
His hips begin to slow, "Want me to stop?" The concern is evident in his voice.
"No! Please." She cries, urging him to continue.
"Ohhh," he growls, rough fingers gripping the backs of her thighs tightly. "That's how you like it? You want it to hurt?"
He speeds up once more, admiring the way her full breasts bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts. She can only nod, the sensation too immense. Her eyes are barely staying open and her palm presses into the skin below his navel.
"Move your hand." He grabs her wrist when she makes no attempt, pinning it to the mattress on her side. With no barrier left between them he has free rein to completely wreck her.
He doesn't let up and her head thrashes from side to side. He almost stops breathing when she begins convulsing around him, reaching climax for the fourth time tonight. His eyes drift down to their joined bodies, in awe of her creamy release coating them both.
"Look at the mess you're making."
She moves to lift her head, but she's too weak. He chuckles, slowing and pulling out of her. She whimpers at the immediate absence of him. She's so far gone that she doesn't really register him rolling her onto her stomach until she feels him, rock hard against her ass.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of you." He brushes her hair to the side revealing the hot, reddened skin of her nape. His lips ghost over the heated area and she feels a tingle in her lower belly. All she can do is groan.
His palms travel south, running parallel to her spine until reaching her wide hips, soothing the bruised skin there. He slides an arm under her to lift her up higher for him.
"Grab a pillow," he orders.
Her arm stretches above her head but her fingertips are just shy of the intended target, so he nudges her forward a little. She drags the feather filled fabric down the bed, not having the strength to lift it. He grabs it and stuffs it under her hips, propping her up perfectly.
He's done this before and she knows that she won't make it any further. This had to be the finale.
"El, I can't take much more." She says barely above a whisper.
"I know baby. I've got you." His thumbs caress the sensitive flesh of her sides, making her shiver.
The next thing she feels is the head of his cock at her entrance, but it slips through her lips, bypassing its destination. She's made everything too slick and he has to change tactics, fisting himself then pressing into her warmth a bit more forcefully, bottoming out.
"Shit," he hisses at the angle. She's always so tight this way and he can tell that he won't last long.
She's speechless as her hands grip the bedding around her, catching his attention again. He pulls them behind her back this time, folding her arms, hands meeting at the base of her spine.
"Just one more, okay?" He leans down placing a wet kiss to her shoulder.
She nods to the best of her ability and that's his cue. He slowly pulls his hips back, leaving just the tip in her, then slams back inside. Again and again, he meets her cervix. She wasn't always into the pain, but tonight she welcomed it.
"Ahh! Fu-!" She feels so full, like there's no room for even air inside of her body as she gasps for breath. And with her arms locked in his hold, she can barely move, her body squirms involuntarily. The restriction heightening her senses.
"Don't run," he pants. "I know you can take it."
Her head lolls to the side, burying her face in the sheets.
"You're so fucking tight like this." Both wrists are now in one of his hands and he uses the newly free one to spank her.
Her muffled response is lost in the fifteen hundred thread count. Without faltering, he releases her wrists, snakes his arms around her torso, pulling her up and flush against his chest. Their skin meeting echoes through the room.
"Jesus-Christ-El!"
The fingertips of his right hand quickly find her overly sensitive bundle of nerves, pinching her to her fifth and final orgasm. A guttural shriek forces itself out of her and he follows her over the edge.
She doesn't know what's worse. Her bed banging against the wall or her cries of ecstasy, no doubt making their way into her neighbor's apartments. At this very moment she's grateful to be a workaholic. She's not sure she'll be able to face them after this.
After a few more wild strokes he has to stop thrusting, she's gripping him too tightly and he feels like his entire being is on fire.
"Fuckkk!" He yells.
They fall forward into a heap of breathlessness. When he's finally able to breathe evenly, he goes to move but her hand stops him.
"Don't move," she breathes desperately.
He stills, trying not to crush her with his weight. "Sensitive?"
"Mm," she hums. "Gimme a sec."
The moment passes and she taps his thigh, signaling that he can pull out now. He slips free, their mixed release following behind him, and falls beside her. He's exhausted and all he wants to do is stay the night but he knows that he has to get home before his wife. Not quite ready, he sparks up some conversation.
"So, Kathy told me about this dinner." His fingers caress her back while he watches her, propped up on his elbow, her eyes shut and looking completely sated.
"Mhm," she hums. "Wants me to bring my date."
His fingers pause briefly then continue their featherlight ministrations. "Are you?"
"Maybe."
He doesn't respond, just keeps stroking her.
"Is that alright?" She asks. "Wouldn't wanna make you uncomfortable in your own home."
"Bring him."
She finally opens her eyes to squint at him, "you sure?"
He doesn't have a chance to answer when his ringtone for Kathy sounds from the living room.
"Better get that," she whispers.
He hesitates then pats her behind, "go pee."
When she emerges from the bathroom, she grabs her robe from the door, putting it on and walks into the living room. He goes to clean himself up as she cleans up their unfinished wine. Wine in the fridge, glasses washed, tv off. She meets him at the front door, waiting as he slides his feet into his shoes.
He pulls her into a hug and kisses the top of her head. "I'll text you." His lips meet hers and linger for a moment, then he's off.
Almost an hour later, as she lies in bed, her phone lights up.
E: Home. See you Sunday.
She places her phone back on the nightstand and eventually drifts off thinking of excuses she could use to get out of this.